raindrops and cool damp air in los angeles the last few days. perfect weather as far as i’m concerned. more please.
the matilija poppies are holding court along the arroyo where i went for a stroll.
the moss cottage garden is resting in its usual state of disarray.
i’ve let the smoke tree get a bit shaggy.
any plant that can’t look out for itself will have a difficult time here.
i’m in the throes of travel journal indecision. i knew i shouldn’t have made my travel journal so early. too much time to think and ponder and go back and forth.
it’s too small and too thick. won’t work. how will i fit writing and pictures on the same page. maybe if i cut the pictures out. out of what? you mean take extra watercolor paper? oyvey!
i’m sorting all of this out in my mind and have reached no conclusions. sister’s travel journal isn’t made because i may give her the one i already made for myself and make another one, a different one. for…you know, ME. except i can’t decide on a course of action.
part of the problem is i love using watercolor on cold press paper and the travel journal i made is only hot press.
i’ll just keep making little house pictures and maybe an idea will present itself.
they usually do.
i’ve been watching various little old men paint on youtube. like THIS one. can’t understand a thing he says, but i do think he’s delightful and a wonderful teacher! i’ve got it into my head that my travel journal will have lots and lots of little landscape paintings of village scenes and mountains, lakes, forests, etc., brushing up is in order!
so, i turn on the youtube and paint along with my new friend alan owen.
i’ve started the 2nd cazalet chronicle. my favorite character is the aging, destitute, governess eleanor millimant. there is a lovely scene where she buries her long dead fiance’s letters in the woods at the very end of the light years. i may have needed a kleenex. her character is developed with such poignancy, it’s difficult to be unmoved.
i go back and forth between marking time & the german war.
so very good.