This bucolic scene is actually in densely populated Provincetown. In fact, it is on the street where the artist lives, and, as one would expect from this artist, her weathered fence is adorned with red flowers. Sometimes kneeling down or moving a few feet one way or another can give a different perspective on a familiar scene. “The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” (W.B. Yeats).