You get home from a photo trip. You go through the new photos. You pick out your favorites. Town common with maple syrup buckets. Town common with flags. Babbling brook with snow. The next day or two, you go through the rest of the images. And there you find a gem. A tiny pond with a frosting of new snow. Aqua sky, delicate branches, a few reeds. No red, white, or blue. Just a quiet image you could look at for a while.
Maybe I'll paint the living room aqua.
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