IIt has been some time since I've written, and I'll not bother to explain. Obviously, though, I have been painting. These are all done from photos I took around my house, most of them on a single day. They are of various sizes and done in different mediums. I intended to label them, but I don't have the computer skills to do it. In any case the last one is the biggest, around 24 x 30, and was meant to be the signature piece of the series. I kept going on, though, so I don't know if it will be or not.
The summer has almost past, mostly without my noticing. I've spent a lot of time working around the house in anticipation of guests. It's been tiring, a fact I can't quite get my head around. Until the past year or so, I didn't really know what it was like to have to pace myself. My energy seemed boundless. I regret to say that this is no longer the case. There's no doubt that I am getting old. I have had to learn to stop before the end of a project and pick it up again later. I must say it is a more sensible and comfortable way of doing things than my former obsession to finish almost any task without stopping, no matter how long it took. Well, that's me at 71.