A Poem about Art and the Outdoors by David Eric Soderquist.
This poem was written on 2 August 2017 from my land that I owned up in the foothills of the Adirondacks. I had several structures on the land small cabins. It happened to be close to Fort Drum and the home of the 10th Mountain division in Northern New York. They often times would explode bombs on training missions, and while I was painting outside, I could hear the bombs detonating in the distance. I truly miss that land because it went on to a different owner, but I’ll never forget the wonderful moments that I had there photographing, painting large canvases and reading. It was a special time and place and this poem. kind of reminds me of my ability to think and dream, and to have a place that one could call their own.
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