Last night I looked up from my book and was startled to see the full moon gazing back at me. The moon is even more of a stranger in March in Oregon than the sun! Rising like a pearly balloon over the park, it floated among the tree branches, silhouetting the swelling buds. Over the phone lines, beyond the tops of the distant redwoods, shrinking as it rose, I watched it climb until it disappeared above my window. I found myself thinking how I would paint it as I gazed… so, I painted it! Now it just needs a poem, or a haiku…
I’ve just caught up on your last few posts. It sounds like you had a wonderful trip, except for the brown, brown, brown. lol Unfortunately that is the color we are still seeing here…”winter brown.” You have such a variety of different items to sketch … I just love the pottery. I loved Santa Fe too, and would love to go back there at some time. The art and the jewelry call to me. lol Welcome home!