Back in the colonial times, mural artists would travel from town to
town in their wagons full of paint and brushes, as well as a bed. Once
they hit town, word would spread they were there, and the townfolks
would schedule murals with them while they were in town.
Today I started another project with my travel trailer to stay in
while I'm working. That's it in the distance. Kind of feels like the
old-fashioned guys, except no one else knows I here. I was also
informed there is a mountain lion in the neighborhood. Bears and
coyotes I can handle, but a mountain lion, they're mean. Guess I won't
be wandering around outside at night.