On this crazy day of social distancing, I am finding my zen through pen and ink. Shopping for a few staples now involves networking with family members, hitting a couple of stores south of town, and then delivering those parcels to who needed them. We are all doing that. Grabbing door handles and goods with a clorox wipe and wiping down the card pad and card have become the norm. I even grab those bags with a wipe as I grab them - since yesterday we heard how long the virus can live on plastic. So, finding a little time in nature, along this creek, is my return to sanity. Within a few strokes I am completely absorbed in the landscape, and glad that I picked up my fountain pen loaded with the brown black ink! So thankful for these moments of tranquility. Painting number 2635 in 2635 days.
