november in LA is a good time for late morning walks.
yesterday i met helen who wanted to know why i was taking pictures of people’s houses. she was walking her elderly poodle on her neighborhood watch rounds. once she realized i was not casing houses, we had a lengthy chat about the difference between spanish & mediterranean homes, frank lloyd wright’s philandering ways, tyrus wong the 105 year old kite-making artist who inspired the original sets in bambi, conrad & mary buff children’s book illustrators, botanical illustration, craftsman houses, el nino, and quite a few other things that i can’t recall.
when i say “we chatted” what i mean is helen talked and i listened and took notes.
while i walk my eyes are scanning the ground looking for things to bring home and paint. my sun hat doubles as a collection pail.
i can see how this might arouse suspicion.
i had just bent down to pick up a pinecone on today’s walk, when an elderly gentlemen with a limp and a rumpled jacket tried to engage me in a conversation about the gamble house which i’d just walked past.
i just love that house!
is it open?
i was not engageable today though after my Very Lengthy conversation yesterday from which i could not extract myself.
i kept on truckin’
and hunting for treasure.
i’m taking great pleasure in painting my little collections.
while i paint, wyatt naps.
in addition to walking and talking to strangers i meet on the sidewalk, i’m also sorting through paper.
going to make myself a mixed paper sketchbook. because. you know… i can.
i have time. i am a woman of leisure. i am the boss of me.