This summer, I spent a lot of time looking up. Before I left for Slave Lake, I’d seen a painting while out for lunch with two of my sisters and my niece. It was hanging there, on a large partition that divides two sections at Van Gogh Grill and Bar. When my niece arrived she remarked that she found it kind of weird because all except about 1/10th of the scene was sky. That’s what I liked about it. It really caught my eye. I think the painter probably thought the sky was particularly beautiful that day and was inspired. It also reminded me of the previous two seasons I’d…