Terry stared at the picture, his mouth slightly open. It was beautiful... Something that he could never dream of doing himself. He could almost feel the cool air around him, and feel the snow under his feet. He smiled and closed his eyes. He did love nature and the forest. He could lose himself under the branches, forget about all his worries as he listened to the birds sing and watched the squirrels play. Once he had even been able to observe a small herd of deer.

"I love it," he said quietly, opening his eyes and nodding in approval. It seemed strange that he had been planning to paint a similar landscape. He sighed and looked down to the now empty sketch pad. He had an idea. "Sir, when we paint, do we have to do objects or landscapes...? Cause... I want to paint you..."