On a tree. In a parking lot. At the art store. And it occurs to me that the displays of materials in art stores always seem artistic to me. Stationery stores, too. I love paper — in piles or drawers or pads — and pencils and jars and cans and tubes and brushes and stacks of canvas…such potential. Just waiting for the right vision, the right hand, the right heart. How fortunate I am to be able to make things.
And those are wonderfully brilliant yellow flowers. On a tree…in my photo!