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!