I paint by natural light and learn for each season when ideal painting time is. In the summer, early mornings are better and by the afternoon I switch to giving my pen a workout.
To start my day I do early morning walks right up until dawn starting too late and it is too cool to be enjoyable. The way it has always gone is that starting in the last week or august or so, every few days/weeks dawn comes five minutes later, air feels little cooler. This year was odd in that it was as if someone just flipped a switch and the conditions which signal the end of my early walks until spring just appeared over night.
I am in process now adjusting to new light situation.
Two new pieces:
Mister Paul 5×7 Watercolor and paper




Ahhh 9×12 Rembrandt Cotton paprt




I have always greatly admired Elliott Erwitt’s photography. He often managed to organically include humor/visual puns, things he saw by complete happenstance. Sunday I was taking all books off my shelves for annual dust-behind. Before i put everything back for one section I saw an unintentional Erwitt-like opportunity for a photo.















































