This July 4th I chose to stay behind and comfort an old friend. One who has had his fair share of explosive holidays (13 to be exact). It sounds like a war zone out there. In our part of the country fireworks are magnificently large and readily available to anyone willing to support the local organizations that sell them at the sidewalk stands. Our streets are lined with American Flags and the sweet smell of BBQ invisibly streams through the air.
Hand whipped made from scratch Vanilla Lemon Blueberry Mousse for my people as the firework mortars blast outside my kitchen window.
A hike to Elowah Falls on a warm sunny summer day.
Taking it all in.
A graphically prepared photo ready for encaustic work.
A cropping of a mixed media painting in it's infant stage, many weeks to go until completion.
