Despite two GPS thingys, an old friend I grew up with happened to be lost in this obscure spot at exactly the same time I was wandering around looking for the right place to set up, which, may I add happens to be one hour from where we grew up. What are the chances?
Other News; I'm still doing still lifes in my spare time, but I've just had too many fantastic opportunities to get outside, that I can't pass up! I'll bring those to White Magdelena, which incidentally, I'll be painting at tomorrow at noon. . . (Saturday).
