Regaining my footing
I was hampered most of the week by being a single parent to our adult disabled daughter. Steve was in New York City and, even though we sent texts every few hours or so, I was still the one to navigate the more complicated scheduling.
He's home now, thank heavens, and life has returned to normalcy.
Yesterday I began docent training for the local history in our area. We're fortunate in that our community of Sonoma has one of the great missions of California, military barracks from 175 years ago and a great park in the center of the town. There is also a magnificent two-story adobe in nearby Petaluma and, probably because of its rural nature, I am studying to interpret that site to the tourists and school groups which come to visit.
In the meantime, when you're at a loss for something to draw, there's always your own hand, right?
Yep...hands always stand as ready sketching subjects. Great detail! Glad to see you back in the swing.
ReplyDeleteAnd hands are so expressive as subject too!
ReplyDeleteDon't you ever settle down? Glad your volunteerism is healthy. We need more people like you.
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