lately when i sit down with my sketchbook it seems i am only good for a bit of scribbling with the paintbrush.
i’m in a bit of a cold spell. this usually happens after i launch an online class or complete a travel journal. and when both happen at the same time.
i’ve only got a few scribbles in me. i don’t say this because i’m in need of a pep talk. no no no no. that’s the way of the ocean. right now it’s low tide.
but i’m here. digging holes in the sand. dragging my driftwood stick behind me as i wade in the little pools of water. lots of small sea animals in the intertidal zone. they are still. not moving, but not dead. they’re resting and very much alive.
wyatt is also resting.
after my walk i sat here and finished my book, the children by ann leary. acceptable, but not outstanding.
now i’m reading britt marie was here.
some photos of my desert garden walk.
my membership to the huntington gardens was the best investment i’ve made in years. i never get tired of watching the plants change & grow through the year.
spring, summer, soon fall.
wee! here i go. rolling my marbles around to see where they land.
in december i’m returning to central america. guatemala was a shimmering jewel.
now i’m venturing further south.
to look around.
i like to do that.