Saturday, December 3, 2016


Squatting then sitting in the dry grass in the fading light in almost-winter is a lot more comfortable than crouching down in mosquito land on summer evenings.
The last colors in the garden, everything dry and crunchy, almost frozen--  drawing out here  huddled in a hooded coat and scarf reminds me of a friend years ago who lived in Toronto and did watercolors outside in winter using vodka in place of water to paint with.


  1. i so love the vodka for watercolor story! winter brings different gifts outside.