I always take my phone with me when I walk, using it as a camera to capture some of those notes of color that momma nature so willingly puts on display for us all. Her palette changes season to season and yes, California has seasons. Not as much of a swing as you might see in other places, but definite color and temperature changes that are noticeable. I can’t help but use my collection of all those photos for color reference should I need some advice for a painting. Especially when challenged to add that one last color that would make a piece really sing. Momma Nature tells me what to do.

Been thinking about this little guy for a while now and finally thought I would finally share. I walk every day in my neighborhood. Five miles. Since I’ve been really ill, it was the only way I could begin to get my strength back. I came to know my neighbors better and it helped not only physically but emotionally and mentally too. One day I was on my usual route and spotted this older gentleman walking his little dog.

Been thinking about the words to that song lately for some strange reason. Funny that that simple childhood song could be so meaningful to an adult, if we would only think about those words.