I took the day off. Spent all morning futzing around on the computer, answering emails, cleaning up files, labeling images. And the afternoon, after the furnace guy left telling us not to burn the house down (and not fixing the furnace neither), I went off to the town library, a hexagonally shaped creature, and painted it. Got to chat up some kids, which is always fun.
Then I went down the street and painted the back of Suzie and Riley’s house, which was once a church and still has its steeple with a wind vane on top. That was fun, although it had to be a quick sketch as the sun was threatening to set and the cold was settling into my bones.
I didn’t bother to photograph the paintings — they are too weird and I’m tired of photographing things that discourage me. Once I diddle them, I’ll post them. The library was awfully static (and strange colored ) and while the church-residence was fun, it didn’t have enough contrast to be useful.
Can it be that I’m getting picky about my wacky city-scapes? At least I have another small-town library to add to my collection of Condon, Baker City, and other places I can’t remember — ah, the East Portland Branch Public Library, now turned offices for security businesses and other such city folk.
And I’m on my last bottle of Portland wine, alas. Oh dear. I hope the painting looks good when I get back to the Barn tomorrow.
Reporting from a perfectly toasty Goldwell House, where chicken is in the oven and the potatoes are baked and done. We can always retreat to the Atomic Inn if necessary, but right now, “things” seem OK. It was a gorgeous day in Beatty, like one of those October days in northern Pennsylvania, where the middle of the afternoon makes you remember summer, but in an instant, the clear brisk light wind reminds you — it’s really on its way to colder times.
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