The painting above, Light on the Meadow, practically painted its self. I often wonder when a painting goes that easy if there wasn't a reason I was drawn to paint it. Maybe some hidden message I should look for.
I loved all the light in the field and the light coming thru the trees, landing on the pavement. Maybe that alone was the reason I felt drawn to get this down on the canvas.
As summer rolls along I am feeling pretty good about whittling away at my long list of books I wanted to read. 3 down and still more to go. Those that I have read have been enjoyable reads.
The one I'm reading now, The Gaugun Connection, is proving to be different and keeps me looking forward to the next page. This is book one in a series of 9. I'm not sure that I will continue to read all 9 but so far so good.
On another note. We celebrated Miss Odessa's 12 birthday earlier this week. No hats or balloons, but a little roasted chicken for a lunch treat and a tiny bit of vanilla ice cream in the evening.
Happy Birthday Odessa ... and many more.