here i am on a blowy spring evening in the city of angels. wind is whipping through the oak trees. from my perch in front of the old french windows i can see a golden sky and waving branches. someone’s windchimes are tinkling. moss cottage is creaking.
the spring garden is full of bright blossoms of every sort.
i’m almost out of pages in my biggest sketchbook/visual journal. i think i’ll use this old ledger for my next big sketchbook.
i like to move around from place to place for various painting, sketching, journaling activities.
different scenes unfolding just outside the window.
and of course there is also my porch and patio perches. but not for windy days!
i’ll miss this sketchbook v v much. i made it from a marbled portfolio handmade in venice and purchased by me one cold winter day. only a couple of pages left now.
bought the portfolio in 2012. sewed in pages for a sketchbook in 2015. started using in 2017. i’m slow like that.
here we are. another sunday stroll at my favorite public garden in the universe:
let us examine the delicate cactus blossoms that only last a day.
opening and closing whether anyone is there to notice or not.
the yellow christmas trees the aeoniums push out are splendid. bravo!
the aloes are on the non-stop train winter into spring. bloom bloom bloom.
a cabinet of outdoor curiosities.
if you get a chance to see a child in time oh don’t miss it! it’s lyrical, sad, lovely. maybe you can catch it on demand…? another masterpiece on pbs.
hope you’re up to something good wherever you are. i’ll just be here sitting at my desks. thinking.