There once was a place that folk could go in times of old to share an afternoon of sun and fun and even climb the old windmill. They had their photograph taken from atop the earth it seemed. One one day a single man scaled this windmill with a troupe of thirteen women. ilf you look closely you will see him in the center of the painting. He is the one with the red handlebar mustache. When I show this painting to a group of women I call it "The Thorn Among The Roses". It is all relative to which sex sees themselves as the "Rose"