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Painting In Nature.







For as much crap as I give montana, I always forget how much I love it.

It's fresh air.

It's horses.

It's a beautiful lake.

It's picture perfect.

It's my little Rollins, MT.

After my gramma died, I wanted to forget how much I loved it, because we wrote all the time, and I missed her. Montana for a long time, was my favorite because I got to see my gramma friske.

But now I get to see my Grandpa Friske, and eat good Jerky, and wakeboard.

But most importantly.

Paint.

I'm myself when I'm painting, cause I have nothing to hide. It's all right there. On my paper.

And now that I have a watercolor pad, paints, and brushes, I'm excited to meet myself again.

Hi. I'm Alex. I'm 16 years old.

And I'm.

Going.
To.
Montana.

Freedom.

Sweet.


Freedom.

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