Entrance

When it comes to painting, I'm able to run up any mountain. I was very time-pressed and was jumping through stumps and zigzagging through trees. I ran up to the very top, where all the hikers were interrupting their hikes in restaurant, but I kept running and all of a sudden I found myself in a pink meadow and when looked behind, my body froze with a spreading inspiration and in a second I was in a painting.

The fact that the sun gap was tiny as a keyhole is also proved by the fact that every three minutes I had to move the easel two metres to the left to still have a central view of the traces of light. So over that 20 minutes, I crossed the whole meadow of big pink tufts of grass, which through out the process digested all my equipment. :)

When the hole closed the rest of the family just arrived, so I closed my painting, too.

In dark we were returning over the ridges with the beautiful chirping cicadas and lanterns of fireflies, so in the end everyone was glad I finished this late, thankfully!