I grew up in Northeast Ohio. The roads went north and south, and east and west. Additionally, Lake Erie was always in my view. And Lake Erie equaled north. To my right was East, to my left was West, and behind me was South.   Instead of appreciating this simplicity,

By way of introducing myself, I will share a recent experience.   I have many painter friends, as I am active in the local art world as well as the community of Art Quilters.  So when Plein Air West Reading (Pennsylvania) loosened its rules this year, I decided to take