I was a part of the rockpile, pale compared to where the painter came to paint my image from the home I had occupied; I was accustomed to and felt vibrant and clear with color and contrast against the sky and the rest of my homeland scape.

Sometimes, I forget how Seattle can open its skies and pour rain down upon the city as if it were simply holding a garden hose or with all its might a pressure-wash hose.

This last weekend of September 28th and 29th was the second annual Snohomish Studio Tour of 2024.

In early September, I had one of those aha moments! I had been working hard, and I mean by working hard, I wasn’t allowing myself any painting time.

Driving to Stanwood, WA, on an errand and being somewhat free after many months of working on my real estate must-do list, I arrive back again at English Boom.

Yesterday, on a lovely Sunday close to evening hours, I put myself in the car with my art supplies and headed the two miles north to Snohomish along Highway 9. I noted the sky beginning to close its day with darkness, and at the same time, as I exited near the Harvey Airport, an old barn to my right sat abandoned, nestled in the valley field, close to the river. YES!