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Fire Smoke
We’ve been routinely waking up to the smell of campfire, and not in a good way. Last year I had this idea of creating a video series to accompany this site, and I actually produced a couple early episodes, where I would have a sit around a campfire — maybe in my backyard, maybe in
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garden boxing
I take a few months off blogging and, woops! There goes all the news and activities piling up. I upended my vegetable garden. Well, not literally, I guess. When we moved into the house I was resolute on the idea of devoting a chunk of the yard to a vegetable garden. It was a family
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in a dimly lit space.
Not only have I been thinking of all the new things I can do with the skills I’ve learned in my watercolour class, but I’ve been thinking such thoughts in the context of our upcoming trip to Europe where (so I’ve heard) there are plenty of neat things to sketch and paint. Of course there
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of west coast wetness.
The goal of taking a class has always been, obviously, to learn. Incremental self-improvement is fine, and I’m a huge advocate of digging into a problem on your own and trying to wade through the weeds to find the harvestable vegetables in the mess of it all. That said, having one’s hand held a little
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of scenes of a run.
So, I call it a “sketch” sure, but it’s really a proper attempt at a watercolour landscape, tho, isn’t it? In the nearly two months since I’ve posted any notes here I’ve drawn and painted so much that I haven’t hardly had a moment to stop and reflect on any of it. And fair enough,