The street where I live.

I nearly missed getting a painting with the gold and red leaves still on the trees. Luckily it worked out that I could take advantage of having the grandparents here to watch my daughter while I painted the street in front of our house. I’ve tried to paint while watching my daughter, but I’ve found that when I get in the zone I’m completely oblivious. We can be in the same room and I don’t realize that she’s dumping all my brush water out onto the floor. So as it is I have to wait until I have someone to watch her or until she’s napping or sleeping.
The mailman stopped and took a picture of the painting which made my day. I may be a bit reclusive generally, but when I’m out painting I love it when people stop to look at my work and talk to me.

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