This would be a good time to visit with Maxfield Parrish. I first became acquainted with this artist when, as a college freshman, I stumbled upon his painting called Ecstasy. It’s a babe standing on a rocky hillside above a very blue river, mountains in the background, possibly the very mountains we just finished climbing. Her back is arched as her hair flows through her fingers. The wind picks up her dress just enough. Clearly, she is blissful. Behind her the sky is a rich dark blue decorated with billowing masses of white cloud. I mean, holy heck, this is the girl I had been looking for since my puberty began. It made no difference to me that she had been painted in 1929.