Sometimes, while painting in Three Rivers, in Tulare County in Central California (not LA, not San Francisco – NOTHING like the stereotypical California), I am just minding my own business, painting along, staying calm and focused, and then stuff happens.
Smoke? I smell smoke. Hmmm, there are ashes. . . that’s worrisome. I don’t hear sirens, so I keep painting.
Just painting some fruit here. After all, California is the land of fruit and nuts, and Central California is where most of it originates. No big deal – just oil paint on canvas. I’m fine. I’m calm.
Painted a raven too. I’ll tell you more about that in another post. Just painting along,
HEY! BOBCAT SIGHTING!
Um, Perkins, my Sweet Sixteen year old cat, it would be good for you to lie low on the front porch right now.
Whoa. Good thing I keep my camera with me in the painting workshop building, door open for smelling smoke (no sirens, no worries?) and sighting cannibalistic wild felines.
Allllrighty then, if all is calm, focused and just fine, explain why that raven is upside down.
Shut up.
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Wow, what a day! Have never had a bobcat sighting outside MY window — but I would love to!! 🙂
Hmmm, Cheryl, there are ups and downs to those sightings, but Perkins seems fairly wily so far (16 years so far!)
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