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Behind the Painting
Saturday morning on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. I stood against the railing and looked down.
Green leaves and white blossoms. Soccer fields and basketball courts. Highways and rivers. Shadows bending across the Manhattan skyline. A mass of towers, stacked shapes, strip windows and punched openings.
I sat down to paint on a bench in the shade. Behind me, brownstones and tree-lined streets. Shouts from a nearby playground.
In front of me, families walking along the promenade. Couples meeting for coffee. Tourists with cameras. Dogs straining against leashes. Pigeons looking for crumbs.
