Wild Blackberries

I assembled my paints, soaked the paper

and tuned in to "the fish fry" for atmosphere.

I took that as encouragement from the universe!

and slid into muse mode.

Which turned out to be mad, crazy fun!

 The process of mixing colors and loading brushes

was as beautiful and gratifying

as the actual painting.

Oh, how happy you have made me.

Every little step revealed its magic.

                                                                    And time dissolved into pure joy. 

            Because, to me, painting is a form of play.

  which, in my case, seems to be a blessing . . .

and so begins another weekend.

Oops, we're a few hours into Saturday already.

Night night.

(P.S.  Anybody hungry for pie?)