In Maryland where I once had dwelt, Where fallen snow took time to melt, I took a class on art. And often in the room I'd see A show that once was on TV That brought Joy to the heart. The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross, That's the show that shone across The white board in the room. In almost all his works I found That near to me in the foreground Some happy trees would loom. How often do we overlook, Both by the road and by the brook, The trees that God did paint, That wonder in us they may stoke, Put there by His loving stroke For sinner and for saint.
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If I'm not mistaken, I've heard Bob say he would sometimes beat the devil out of that brush.
“There are no mistakes, just happy accidents”
-Beans Ross 🫘