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My husband likes to hunt and fish.  To him, sitting in the woods for hours, cold and wet, hot or dry---it doesn't matter---is  a thrill.  Until I started plein air painting, I couldn't understand the  high.  But now when I'm out in nature, a paint brush or pastel stick in hand, I feel like the hunter zoned in on the prize--the perfect light, dazzling colors and value patterns, the fleeting moment of beauty.   Plein air painting is addictive, and I hope I fill my walls with trophies of success.