I’ve painted a little this weekend yet don’t have much to show for it. Most of the weekend was consumed in crossing off jobs. Whether that was the filing; the tax; reading the article the vet supplied re: saffron’s cystitis; hemming the cotton sateen slip; remembering to send dad a photo of his orchid; checking out the new bustimetables. All little things which mounted up and a weekend disappeared.
I’m ending the weekend with two of the most wonderful words in the English language – southerly change! My dad enjoys cloud gazing… so I thought this would be an appropriate picture. Taken while mum and I were driving back from Canberra from the car. As a consequence it’s not the sharpest image in history. Still, it captures the mood. That drive went from heavy, visibility affecting rain to roads flooded with sunlight. While the clouds were mostly too dense for imaginary creatures, they compensated by being suitable moody and intense.