Windy Day

More blooms in the garden this morning, all bending down to duck under waves of cool breeze.

Memory: Spring Fields, Umbria

Looking over the parapet in Perugia at the delicate tapestry of May fields, just before a rainstorm blew through.

Lemon, Melon and Lime

I can't paint or eat a cantalope without thinking of Cavaillon in Provence, an area that grows melons that are (like hand tended peaches from a small orchard in Virginia or raspberries from my backyard in Vermont) the Garden of Eden ideal of what fruit should be.

Yellow House and Snowbank

I could have been out in the garden today, planting spinach and weeding the first witch grass, but instead was in the studio working on a multipanel painting of multicolored houses behind piles of snow.

Memory: Market Vendor, Provence

Strong sun, bright awning, cool angled shadows in Apt on a Saturday morning.