Anyway, I loved my book and his thoughtfulness.
Fast forward a year and six months to my birthday yesterday. One of my gifts from Charlie was a matted print of my favorite piece from the exhibit, The Garden at Sainte-Adresse. (1867, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.)
He bought it at the same time as the book, hid it in his closet, and forgot about it. Hey, that's usually my trick!
Perhaps one reason I loved the jewel tones on cool blues of this delightful seaside view is that is reminds me of a painting hanging in my living room. It is actually a print of my father's painting, Wildflowers on the Blue Ridge.
I am off to my favorite frame shop!