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This spring I visited the painter's studio with a friend and learned what most tenants of the pendleton know: the view of Over-the-Rhine looking west is spectacular. Before me was presented an interesting feast of shapes, colors and textures. church spires scattered across the city, anchoring the neighborhoods to the ground. The early morning sun warmed the brick appartments lending an optimistic aura that could not be neglected. Above the busy and confusing-at-times streets, one drank in an unexpected tranquility and beauty. This was not the Over-the-Rhine I occasionally experienced. Yet it was undeniable. In front of the curved horizon carved by the western hills , Music Hall and Union Terminal referenced the city. A century and a half of human habitation and life celebrated for a moment. A moment I hoped to capture in image and preserve in heart.