I saw the image painted on some barn doors and stopped to introduce myself to a guy named James. I asked if I could take a picture and he said I could. That led to a conversation where we told stories about our youth, his grandparents, our motorcycles (he has a Harley), and how strange it is that you always feel Ok right after being badly injured like being hit in the head or walking around on broken ankles. But shortly after that the pain starts and reality sets in.
Anyway here is the pic:
James said that his Grandfather had that painted on the barn doors and his Grandmother liked it so much she made a quilt with that image on it. And that he has that quilt now that his Grandmother has passed on.
Today was a very good day.