I recently ran into a neighbor on the train who'd contributed to the Indiegogo Calendar Campaign. She'd selected a 3 x 3 original painting as her perk. A few days later I got an email from her:
It was really nice to run into you on Wednesday, and find out more about your project. I'm so glad it's worked out this well!
So then, that evening, this happened:"
The painting is lovely! I do wish I'd been able to record exactly what he said when he first looked at it -- the same descriptions, pretty much, but full of awe and invention. Anyway, then it became the Wednesday second grade free write. (-:
It was also pretty funny that [they] took in the package and left it for me to open, but I didn't actually see it until we were getting ready for dinner and I told them about meeting you on the train. And then Micah thought to say, "Oh, did you see your package?"
By the way, does it have a name?
I replied that it had no name unless Micah knew it, in which case he should tell me. And I asked for his permission to post his essay on my blog.
"He says the painting's name is Sunset. (-:
. . . And yes, Micah says you may post his essay on your blog."