Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
Chas enjoys nesting. He would remove this Plumeria if he could, that he might better fit into this pot. Other vessels are emptied and sat in: boxes of Matchbox cars, sit-atop dumptruck buckets, frisbees, booster seats, magazines, wrapping paper, board game boxes…
I am returning to painting and using Ford’s art supplies when he isn’t looking. Thinking of Hamilton Pool, where we immersed on Sunday when it was 107 degrees outside.
Chas enjoys nesting. He would remove this Plumeria if he could, that he might better fit into this pot. Other vessels are emptied and sat in: boxes of Matchbox cars, sit-atop dumptruck buckets, frisbees, booster seats, magazines, wrapping paper, board game boxes…
I am returning to painting and using Ford’s art supplies when he isn’t looking. Thinking of Hamilton Pool, where we immersed on Sunday when it was 107 degrees outside.
A picture of Ford and I at a private beach in Rhode Island, summer of 2002. We had fun arranging and eating large round rocks. Aside from the cheesy Hallmark symbolism (you know, time slipping through our fingers yeah yeah yeah), I like this picture because if the Mork reference. Naa noo Naa noo, I wore jeans with rainbow suspenders in third grade. No, really, I did.
Ford officially turned four tonight at 8:11pm. Which means that tonight is also the fourth anniversary of Star Trek Enterprise. I am somewhat embarrassed to say I was actually watching the show’s premier during active labor. How luxurious! compared to the Holy Visceral UnMedicated Shriekfest of Chas’ birth.