Thou art beautiful Love

An angel

a golden mother

after the kids fall asleep i'm left with choices.

i could clean the house, fold laundry, read, watch a movie, edit pics, write, or bug my husband. painting honestly doesn't even enter my mind because i have this huge block named resistance.  john, knowing this, and wanting to get some of his own work done, prodded me, "why don't you paint tonight?"  hrmmmm, why don't i paint tonight?  so i do what i do.  gather my paints, paper, brushes, scrapers, and then start flipping through my canvases.  i have no less than 8 paintings in process at a time so do i choose to work on one of these?  or do i tackle a fresh canvas?  on this night i took one of the dump canvases, one that i throw my extra paint on until it becomes something, and in my mind i saw a happy mug sitting on a tiny table with swirls of heat and love coming out of it.  an hour later it was realized.  why don't i paint tonight?

on our last night of beach time we gathered to take a large group picture. while the sun was setting, the light glowed on, and i had a chance to capture a few of my favorite people through my 50mm. i still have two more beauties to add to the set, but wanted to get things moving here.