It been a busy week, so I missed a few morning walks.

When we returned to the bandstand today, the sapling I just finished was cut to a stub. The ivy I had hoped to catch climbing up the utility pole in the morning light was also dried up from the roots. My dog peed on it, as usual, and I said to him, “What have you got in there, weed-b-gone?”

So sad that the things that catch my eye to paint are hunted down and killed by others. I really miss being barefoot in the Maine forest today, but, thanks to art, we took time to appreciate those green leaves poking through the weathered boards of the bandstand.





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