When I was a late teen I had always thought it would be really cool to have a freak card. When you like looking at cool stuff and that stuff always seems to be in a place where people might question your intentions, especially now after 911, its nice to have a card that says, 'Hey, I'm alright. No ill wrought schemes going on here, just a fool enthralled with everyday things."
That's kind of what being a plein air painter is. You find something cool, you stop, you unload all your gear on the shoulder of the road and you set up camp right there. Traffic passes by, sometimes people wave, other times they look at you sideways, but its ok. If they stop and ask what you're up to, you just whip out your business card and show them you're in the business of being odd. Its a license to be strange. Sometimes when I'm all packed up after a day, I'll just sit in the lawn chair I brought on the shoulder of the road(sometimes a highway if the situation calls for it) and soak in the scene for a little bit before I take off. Again, some people look at you like you're an alien, but it doesn't matter, you're a card carrying simpleton. 'Don't mind me, I'm just entranced by bright and shiny things."
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