I was sitting out on the back patio with my Grandmother this morning and thought I would try to paint her. I didn't want to mess around with her eyes too much as I was afraid I would ruin the rest of the painting, so she came out looking a little like a raccoon. None the less, years from now, when she is no longer with me, I will look at this painting and remember a sunny June morning sitting with her. Such is the gift of art.

On a lighter note, I wondered how many of you have these kinds of sketches in your sketch book. It was a very fast drawing of a street with cars, houses and lamp posts shining light into the fog. I was trying to catch and idea before it escaped me. As I thumb through my sketch books, I find these quick ideas, lightly sketched, a reminder of something I want to work up later.