Rain when the sun shines. Old Texans say that means the devil is beating his wife.
This afternoon at Corinthian boat club, I painted quickly because the sunny moments would disappear behind a rain cloud.
If the devil is in the details I left them out, to capture the rhythm of the naked masts.
The distance shore muted. Rapid brushstrokes in a swiftly changing sky evoked the feeling that this was not our typical August sky.
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My Mother, a Texan, says that a woman marries whoever asks.
Who would marry the devil? That's another question entirely.
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