Some years ago, at an annual Plein Air Painting Convention we went out late afternoon to paint after the day’s events. I found a good spot in between some bushes that had a good view and was away from the mass of other painters. After I heard the sound of footsteps a man appeared. He looked at my box on the ground and knelt down to inspect it. His hands started to caress the box which I thought was strange until he looked up and informed me that he had made the box! What a small world – and what were the odds?