Now yer cookin' wif gas, maestro!
What a couple of amazing color pieces. Love the storm. Must have some experience with looking at them if not paintin' in 'em. I can see you, like a mad wizard out on the sea cliff, beard and coat tails flying about, pushing the canvas back on the easel, wipin' the rain out yer eyes. . . screaming at the women and children to stay on their marks and stop getting whipped about by the salt spray! YAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! PAINT YE LUBBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAINT FOR ALL YER WORTH! AYE!!!!!!!
And when ye change the channel, ye have a distinguished (and dry) lookin' gent what sprung forth from the extremely high mileage quill o' Dickens.
Brill, lad. . . just super. And ye gets yer rasher o' moon rivers fer coverin' fer me bein' AWOL, ploos a bonus. . .
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream