I love my time spent by the creek with pen and ink. Only a few birds scatter as I approach, and there is no babbling of water in this bend. It's really very quiet and peaceful, the light breeze rustling oak leaves overhead. The snow and ice are gone, but even these colors are lovely, convincing me to return with my oils to see what I can create. My baby has gone back to college, and I already miss him. Had it not been for covid, we would have just returned home from Arizona. I'll have to wait until next year to paint the beautiful hues of that place. Painting number 2925 in 2925 days and Day 12 of the #stradaeasel challenge.
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