a week of sea views and listening to the surfliner train choo choo down the coast. i like to look through the windows at night and see the passengers sitting in their amber lit rows as they pass on the tracks below. the hwy is down there too so there is a constant hum, but the cottage is so darling and the views are so magnificent i don't care. also it's v.v. affordable and i'll share the link when i get home.
my sketchbook is spread out on the table. there are piles of books in every room. binoculars in the bathroom. a tiny porch perch from where the moon shines down on the water at night. today i found a special beach with rocks and cliffs and an entire other world.. i walked on it. alone!
reading about bloomsbury and ed rickett's letters and los angeles in the 30's. i'm writing. sketching. dipping my brush in gouache. drinking coffee. listening. there is golden kelp on the beaches. and loons!