I fashioned a polearm brush by lashing a hardware brush to a cane pole so I could stand back far enough to see the cloud formation that I was painting. It was a new (and enjoyable) experience using both of my arms to paint.
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.