I almost thought I wasn’t going to be able to make my goal of a painting a week. It is turning into a painting every Friday. Instead of giving myself a week, I am giving myself a day. But I like the way this one turned out. I also realized that I like very monochromatic things. The paintings I have been doing lately have been in one color family. Wonder where that comes from? As always I would love to hear what you think…

Also I don’t have a name for this one, any ideas just throw them out there (or write them in the comments).

I love fall. I think fall energizes me. I fall in love in the fall. I feel in love with the Boy in the fall. I am a June baby (count the months), so I think that fall is creation for me. I was walking home fighting the lingering effects of a cold, but feeling the chill and loving it.

The time in Florida was marvelous and I think I spent most of it in a pool! The Boy's brother has a pool and we played over there like crazy. Spending so much time in a pool made me think…how do you get in? Do you slowly inch into the water? Do you just jump in? Do you inch in until it gets too much to bear and then dunk yourself? Also I am curious about water temperature. I am from California where the water is cold and the Boy is from, well lots of places, but his family ended up in Florida where the water is warm. I am partial to the cooler temperatures, whereas he loves it to be like bathwater (maybe I am exaggerating a bit). But really, do you thing that the water you love is determined by where you live? Can you get used to the warm waters on the Florida coast? Or do you still pine for the chilly turn your lips purple of your (my) childhood?

I am flying down to Florida today to see the Boy’s family. It should be really relaxing. I get to eat tons of roti (an indian flat bread) and laz around the house.
On the other hand it will be surreal because they live on the gulf coast side of Florida and are feeling the side effects of Rita. Mother nature is really mad at us.
My friday painting plays a bit with that theme, I feel like she is sort of a child of earth and not quite sure what mother nature is up to. As always I would love to get feedback.

I just saw this on the news. It is amazing because when I first moved to the city I loved (still do) the musicans in the subway station. It is one of my favorite things. I took photos of tons of them (at my parents house - I’ll get them this winter) all of these grainy photos of people playing their hearts out. Whenever I would see Theo I would let trains pass because I thought he was amazing. I haven’t seen him in ages. But I used to see him about once a week. The music lets you imagine that you have your own soundtrack going.

***I know that I have tons of emails, but I will get to them probally next monday or tuesday when I return***

A couple weeks ago the Boy played me a new song while I was reading in bed. I think it was the first time that Trixie could get close to the guitar while he played and she loved it. Now, every once in awhile she will strum the guitar when it is sitting on its stand. I have yet to capture that on film, but I will continue to try. Instead we have the multi-talented Trixie playing with the Boy. Sometimes she uses her teeth and sometimes she used her paws. But she loves the guitar. Loves when he plays, loves when her changes the strings, loves to play herself. Here she is playing: I also finished my quilt square (under the wire) for Two Trees' Quilt for Katrina, there is a great slide show here. I am not a quilter, but I really wanted to participate. To feel like I was helping with something besides giving money. I can't wait to see how the quilts turn out.