Rainy Saturday here in LA. The bluebird of paradise just flew by my window. Really! Bright feathers settling briefly on the porch railing. Long enough to wink at me through the window.
I'm swinging back and forth between the wood panels and splashing around in the visual journal. This one is tiny compared to my usual behemoth. A nice change. Since I've been spending time with the wood panels my usual journaling methods have been suspended. Mostly it's a place to swish around the extra paint and glue down the scraps littering my work table. Exercising the play muscle. Good times.