The horizon was gray-black with patches of pale blue sky peek-a-booing through the clouds as Hurricane Sandy approached. The air was like a Kansas afternoon moments before an f-4 tornado roared in; still. The Harlem brownstones on Malcolm X Blvd. and 136th St. changed values as fast-moving clouds rationed out rays of sunlight on their weathered facades.
A large lumber mill moved into a nearby town and set up shop near this farming community. Up until that time, the farmers had eked out a meager living on land they had purchased and cleared. They grew cotton, tomatoes, and other crops they would sale (keeping a portion to satisfy their own necessities). The forest had remained relatively untouched by humans. It was primarily a refuge for deer, wild boar, foul and other critters which served as a source food source for the farmers. Although their labor was hard, but the balance of nature served the farmers well. That would soon change.
I’m hoping that seeing the space shuttle Endeavor pass through their community, some younger people lining the streets who had little or no prior exposure to the space program will turn from spectators to participants. The joy and amazement on the faces of the pre-teen crowd was notable. The more important reason for my going to the Endeavor celebration was to share the love of Christ with curious onlookers who would stop to watch me paint en plein air.