Reluctantly I've made my way back to Southern California – land of eternal acidic sunshine. The only think I could think of to make myself feel better was to barricade myself inside, shut all the blinds, and try to ignore the ridiculous sunshine pounding on the windows. I'm going to have to return to Oregon very very soon for another WET fix. Tromping through the forests and streets in my oilcloth hat and rain gear was just like playing dress up.
And lots of cat paws also act as a balm to the sun-burned soul.
As bitter as I'm feeling towards the sun right now I know that permanent residence in western Oregon would have my pineal gland working overtime. And I suppose I couldn't keep my spraypaint station permanently set up outside. No lids, rusting nozzles. It's a crime really.
I cut this stencil yesterday during a bout of bridge/ship/rain/fog/Astoria/Portland missing.