Observe the painting

John approached the mural. Truly a work of art. It must have taken days, if not weeks, to complete. It was perfect to the brushstroke. Every mountaintop was exactly how he had remembered coming into the valley. But there was no estate in this painting. There was a small construction site where the estate would be, but the tools and machinery being used to build the manor were very, very old. At least a hundred years. And at the edge of the painting, barely noticeable off in the distance, was a young aboriginal woman, watching with narrow eyes as the construction continued. The detail on this woman, barely three inches tall on the mural, was immaculate. Her long black hair waved in the gentle breeze. Her brown eyes pierced through the canvas. Her breasts, on full display, were tantalizingly beautiful. She was not the focus of the painting, but she had certainly received much of the artist's time and effort.

There was nothing else for John to do at this painting, so he returned to waiting for Mr. Johnson.