Slowly emerging from the canvas, ‘A Touch of Spring’, morphing from a sunset into spring flowers. Not sure how that happened, but such is painting.
My head doing too much, as I strive for the minimum that suggest where the flower should be amongst the splotches of colour. The horror of that ‘upholstery fabric’ look. The red too brown, the yellow too washed out.
A touch of nostalgia. Surreal perhaps. Train, within arms reach, passing the old station building, which is now home to the ‘Trans-Karoo’ restaurant at Klein-Brak. Definitely worth taking the turn off from the N2 and stopping for a hearty Karoo country meal.
Sun out after a couple of days of storms. Wind off the mountains seriously chilly, leaving my fingers (already prone to be cold from the diabetes crazy blood sugars) bits of ice. Fortunately, the doctor has cut my medication in half which has lifted my blood sugars, which should help.
The results for the ‘growth’ on Prince’s nose have showed nothing of concern and he is on a course of antibiotics to clear up any infection. The tablets seem to include some sort of steroid as he went bouncing through the agility course like he was Usain Bolt! Hilarious, except for the serious dog training types.
Legs, impossibly stiff as they toiled up the hill. The indigenous forest winding down the Pass to the Gouna River, spectacular after the rains. Full of mystery. Time needed to pause and reflect.
Small painting of a rowing boat on the estuary.