I’m sitting in my office/studio sipping my first cup of coffee of the day and enjoying the relative quiet of my ‘hood. At this time of day few cars are driving by and few people are even awake. In the hood, if your awake at this hour you’re either on your way to work, or headed to church. Mostly, though, I suspect most of my neighbors are sleeping off hangovers.

I look at Sunday mornings as a gift of sorts.  I relish the quiet and the solitude I feel and also I know I can drive just about anywhere and nto be stuck in traffic. When noon rolls around that won’t be the case. I’ve learned never to go out for breakfast on a Sunday either, unless I want to sit and wait for a seat or be very annoyed.

I’m looking at my 3 paintings I’ve got rotating in and out of the easel and really liking how they are working for me. They are all at various stages of work and I’m learning so much about applying paint, approximating HOW much paint to squeeze to my palette and paint mixing.

The quiet of the morning is punctuated by perfect breezes flowing through my windows. I shall enjoy this late summer day while painting and drawing at the beach. These paintings on the easel… They can wait for a less perfect day.