Heavy rain today. Not the storms that were called for, which is too bad. I like to listen to thunder.
Everything is cast in shades of gray and blue. The rain is done, but the air is still thick with it. Long, soft shadows. Dim lamplight to hold it back just enough to get by. Thoughts drift like a hanging mist, lingering for a moment then gone the next.
My wife tugged a tick out of my son’s flank tonight. Nasty little creatures. What’s the point of them? There’s not one, I know. I’m not sure if that’s for better or worse. Guess a trip to the pediatrician is in order.
Here’s something I finished painting recently:
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