A new server at a local restaurant must have decided not to take any chances on any in her care having a messy moment so she plopped down a pile of napkins and these on my table. Since I wasn’t eating with my fingers, these found their way to my pocket and will probably deal with the dilemma of needing clean hands after applying sunblock… yeah first world plein air problems.
During an expedition to the attic for some fans, I spotted these two books and inside one of them was this letter from home.
Seen at work – a very digital switch with some gnarly font explaining that it’s to run the pump.
After a day full of disappointment, a scrap of paper, a little paint and some water gave me a different view. This is drying now before proceeding further. The paper is part of a sheet from a pad of Canson that had a weird imperfection so I ripped it into two pieces to get rid of the weirdness resulting in two odd shaped pieces.
