My studio is a little wooden shed that the woodpeckers use for stashing acorns. Sometimes when they knock on the building, I knock back. It doesn’t do anything.

It’s kind of sorry looking around the edges . Something happened here – we found a batten on the ground and a pile of acorns beneath it.

Check out the claw marks around the knothole.

The big boy wanted these acorns. I don’t know why he didn’t eat them.

Check out his footprints on the asphalt.

He didn’t step in paint. I don’t know why the footprints are white. I don’t know why he didn’t eat the acorns. I don’t know why there are so many bears this year.

Such is the life of a rural foothill artist in Central California.