For 6 days I've had these happy little flowers in a plain mason jar in the house. I just love looking at them. I had to pay one last homage before the toss into the compost bin.
I was talked into going swimming at Blue Hole yesterday evening. Blue Hole is a length of Cypress Creek here in Wimberley, where the public is allowed access to the water. Most areas with any sort of water access are privately owned with well posted "no trespassing" signs. Normally this place is teaming with tourists, vacationers & local folks. Yesterday was a treat...around 6:30 p.m. or so, just a few people were out enjoying the water and company of friends. As one of my friends said, it is impossible to have any sort of bad thoughts while floating in this water. On 100+ degree temperatures, this cold water is just about heaven.
While driving up a steep hill, I caught a glimpse of an interesting house. I held the snapshot in my head, then drew this sketch. Later, I went back up the hill to have another look. This is the shape of the house, but the details are completely different, like drawing something you see in a dream. A quick glimpse from a vague memory.
These flowers were purchased from our local Wednesday afternoon farmers' market. While drawing them, I noticed they do not have that "perfect" store bought quality. The flowers are organically grown at a local place, Montessino Farms. The imperfections are probably from wind and weather...the way fruits, vegetables and flowers are intended to be raised. In my opinion, these imperfections give them great character. The produce is also wonderful!
This sketch of a washing machine was done last month (popularly mistaken for an ashtray). While passing through the sketchbook this morning, I embellished with spurting water and flying bubbles. Sometimes life is like a crazy spinning wash cycle. Hang on the ride!