<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3681545#msg3681545">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 25, 2010, 10:53:41 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You a paint slinger, huh?  I'm in the game myself."  He pulled a gloss business card from his pocket.  "I'm a photographer.  Calenders, advertising arts, whatever needs doing.  I'm here working on a new calender and a shot of that lighthouse will be perfect.  This town is interesting anyway, so I will shoot twenty rolls or so.  You never know what might come up."<br/><br/>The big man gave Arthur a curious look.  "So you having some difficulties?  I can't afford them.  It cuts into profits.  I hit a wall and I just keep clicking until it goes away."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Arthur sighed and rolled his head around on his neck. Photographers had it easy. It didn't take them hours or even days to make one photo. With the simple click of a button, their work was done. He appreciated a proper photo now and then but as a painter, he couldn't just whip them out like a photograph. Belatedly, he saw the serving girl come on and Ms. Edna serving the tea instead. Getting out of his chair, he went to help them out.<br/><br/>"I can be your legs, Ms. Edna," he said softly. "Don't ask me to pour the tea though. I'm likely to foul that up."<br/><br/>As he walked back past his conversation partner, he paused long enough to add a few comments.<br/><br/>"I wish it was that easy with painting. Unfortunately, the time invested in painting is much more than snapping a photo.  I have to be in the right frame of mind to get through the hours needed for a good painting to be unveiled."