This morning I had a very long walk. Eleven miles long. Really! It was beautiful – see?

When we arrived at our destination, this was waiting for us to soak our tired selves in:

There was a great lady there awaiting our arrival, and after our soak, she drove us home. After I got home, it felt as if I had been on vacation and I never left Three Rivers! It took some discipline to focus on the easels and the oil paintings after that little respite. However, work did happen. These oil paintings are either newly finished or still in progress. You may not be able to discern the progress, but the bridges are gradually moving toward the end.

And what are those little paintings there on the window sill? new subjects? Not oranges or pomegranates or poppies? Wow!