Every year I fight winter. I'm not a 'cold's okay' person. I wish I were.
Cold feels like cold to me for a very narrow range, and then feels like numbness --Like when you run fingers under water and can tell the water's either really hot or really cold, but can't determine which. It makes it difficult to stay focused on painting. And I'm not talking 45 degrees, I'm talking 60 degrees.
Yesterday I got some work done. I'm pretty happy with the way this Frank Black (formerly with the Pixies) is coming along.
Fingers crossed today stays on track. Lots of work to do...and hot coffee ready to go.
Reflections of Lake Georgia
1 week ago