Things have been pretty quiet in the studio, but I did hear the twin aspens on the right call over to Ms. Aspen to thank her for expediting the arrival of their “clothes.” She acknowledged them with little more than a sniff. I thought she could have been more pleasant.
In the distance below, some houses appeared on the coastline of Norris Point. Don’t some folks have an idyllic place to live?
I was working on the lichen-crusted trunk of the largest tree, when it spoke up. I nearly dropped my brush!
“If you don’t mind me saying so, we need a perch around here.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
“We need a perch around here, I say. Why don’t you flatten the top of that big rock so folks can sit a spell and enjoy the view? It would do them a world of good.”
“That’s a capital idea! I’ll get right on that next week.”
“And another thing, where is all the ‘tracery’ you talked about earlier? Anybody knows that a significant tree like me casts shadows.”
“Hold on, buddy. I can’t do everything at once.”
“And what’s all this talk I heard you and Mr. McDonald doing today? You were saying something about putting me on e-Bay? Now, don’t get any ideas in your head of yanking me out like you did Ms. Aspen. I like it here by this bay . . . the Norris Point bay.”
“Not to worry, Ms. Guardian of the Path. You’re in just the right spot! But thanks for your idea of the perch.”
Love your whimsical way of describing your work on the painting. It seems to be coming along quite well.