Here's some news from my world. I will again be teaching a class in drawing at Colby-Sawyer college here in New London, starting on April 25th. The class is sponsored by their Adventures In Learning program, an adult education undertaking. Last summer my class was called Colorful Journey, and it involved walking around the college campus and drawing on location. This year, the class is called Drawing On your Memories, an indoor class of still life subjects. We will also explore adding written journal-like writings in the composition too. It will be fun to see some students from last summer, as well as welcome new faces too.
Class size is limited, so check out the catalog soon if you would like to find out more.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Near the Rialto Bridge in Venice, thousands of carnival masks overflow the stalls onto the narrow streets. As I write this, carnival season is in full swing in this island city in Italy.
I drew this from a photo that I took in 2007, looking down on the roof of a mask stall from the bridge. This is the exception that proves the rule: I don’t work from photographs.
In New England, and especially New Hampshire, rather than big Mardi Gras festivals we are just gearing up in expectation of sugaring season. Which is the boiling off of the sap from maple trees into syrup and sugar. I drew this sugar house in Newbury, NH last year, after being inside enjoying free samples and buying some products too.
Forty gallons of sap boils down to one gallon of syrup. I like the darkest grade of syrup as it has the most intense maple flavor.
If you are a local reader, save the dates of March 22 and 23 for the 2014 New Hampshire Maple Weekend, when maple producers all around the state will have their open houses, offering tours and great free samples, and product sales.
There is still plenty of snow on the ground in New Hampshire. On a cold, sunny day I sat in the car to draw the Barrett House in New Ipswich, along the Massachusetts border.
Also known as Forest Hall, it was built about 1800 for a young bride and groom. The groom’s father invested well and made his money from a glass factory, a toll road, a canal, and a cotton mill—New Hampshire’s first. In a spirit of friendly competition, the groom’s father built the house, while the bride’s father provided the furnishings.
I read that this house was one of the locations for the 1979 Merchant Ivory film The Europeans, based on a novel by Henry James. The building, open to the public in the summer, is operated as a non-profit museum by Historic New England. I might return, even though it is not an easy drive from our town to here. All back roads. But scenic.
I thought the Barrett House with its white façade and green shutters was an adequate segue to this one, the town common in Wentworth, NH. The white clapboarded, steepled building is the Wentworth Congregational Church.
I squeezed in half of the town bandstand on the far left. It is very close to the viewer and not really as tall as a church.
After this posting, there still remain ten towns from my DRAW-NH project that I have yet to post online. Every month I whittle the number down by a few.
Last Saturday’s indoor market was not well attended. It takes place in the winter months in Whipple Hall (the town hall) here in New London, NH. In my spare time I sketched the First Baptist Church through the window of the town hall. There is no second or third baptist church. It is February and the winter has been long, cold, and icy. So who could blame me for imagining spring leaves on the trees?
So you see my thought pattern here....one green cupola to the next. This time the cupola sits atop the Stevens Memorial Hall in Chester, NH, built 1910. The building serves as the town hall and meeting space. To the right is a small corner of the town post office.
I sure was taken with the large blue spruce tree at the edge of the entrance way.
I needed more color on this day. My eyes found my begonia plant, nicely grown by someone in a greenhouse and shipped to my local grocery store for mid-winter purchase. It has lived in our home on the coffee table for a month or so, quietly doing its blooming business.
Main Street in Colebrook, New Hampshire has an unusually colorful row of painted wooden, false fronted buildings. I didn’t make any of this up. No need to.
We catch the reflected colors of sunset from our window which faces northeast. Not west, but east. The deciduous trees on the ridge are still dormant, or sleeping, without their leafy canopies.
I drew this yesterday. There were more pink clouds today! Lovely. We miss seeing our ridge once the intervening trees (omitted here by means of artistic license) have sprouted their leaves and overtaken the scene.
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Friday, February 7, 2014
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As another way to get through January, our town hosted a small scale winter carnival on the Town Green. The first night’s event was called Dinner With Jack Frost. The crowds were lining up near the bonfires for warmth and to get food handouts from seven area restaurants. The taco stand was new this year and proved most popular with families and young children.
In the background to the left is the New London Inn, and to the right is the town offices. The building, which looks like a church but isn’t, was built as an academic building for the local college way back when.
The carnival continued the next day, with a mini-golf course carved out of the snow that attracted children, parents, and grandparents. Again this year, ski joring thrilled the crowds. This is a Nordic sport in which skiers are pulled by horses around an oval course. The skiers are holding onto a rope attached to a horse, with rider. Ramps are skied over and rings are caught, usually.
This sport is so hard to describe that we decided to add a video taken by Bruce.
For various formatting reasons, it might not appear on iPads or in the email version of the blog sent by Feedblitz.
It seems to me that New Hampshire has a lot of sculptures. Mostly of people. Here is a bronze statue of General John Stark, 1728-1822, in the town of Stark, New Hampshire. He and his forces were the victors at the Battle of Bennington, Vermont, a key event in the American Revolution. I think he is pointing at Hessian soldiers, or maybe Vermont. There is lots of information about him online.
I drew this statue on a broiling hot day, standing at the base, squinting upwards. No one else was around in the quiet little village of white painted buildings.
It is so difficult to draw sculptures, but I persist in trying. On this day it was raining, and the statue is in the middle of a small traffic circle. So there were two additional challenges! The combination fountain and horse trough is located in Center Harbor, New Hampshire, and represents an Indian boy, hugging a goose. Around the edges are the words ‘For Dumb Animals’. ‘Dumb’ meaning unable to speak for themselves. That word is not used much anymore.
Here is some information that I found online about this sculpture which was put in place in 1907. It was commissioned by summer resident Herbert Dumaresq, whose property was named Kona Farm. The artist was Samuel Russell Gerry Crook, a student of famed sculptor Augustus St. Gaudens.
And lastly, here is a contemporary sculpture, on loan, in the town of Hanover. This bronze and steel sculpture, called Crouching Spider, is in front of a visual arts center on the campus of Dartmouth College. The heavy piece was balanced on eight spider toes. I only drew four of them.
The artist is Louise Bourgeois (1911–2010) This view is just a small section of the enormous sculpture. The legs were about 6 or 7 feet high. A sign explains that the sculptor made this in memory of her mother who was a weaver. The shadows were fun to draw.
The painted aluminum panels on the building in the rear are by Ellsworth Kelly. They were designed to fit onto the unusual building shapes.
I do get a chuckle when people tell me that they cannot draw a straight line! Me neither.
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Monday, December 30, 2013
Gingerbread houses are very popular this time of year, at least in the U.S.
Tuba Christmas happens every year in New London, and in lots of other places around the world as well. This is the third year that I have drawn it. The conductor never knows who is going to show up or what sort of tuba-ish instrument they might be bringing with them. One rehearsal in the morning, and it’s on with the show. Fun and humor abound!
I had an index card with me when we were driving from New Hampshire to Connecticut. I was using it as a book mark. These are some mountains, or maybe hills, in Massachusetts just north of Springfield. I drew quickly as we passed by these bumpy shapes. I have always loved the way the light hits them, and it was a pleasure to try to capture them with my pencil. It was Christmas day and the sky was filled with contrails, showing that many people were traveling.
Happy New Year 2014!
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Friday, December 6, 2013
Our older daughter and her husband just moved to Los Angeles, California, from Baltimore, Maryland. From East Coast USA to West Coast USA. On our very first visit to their apartment in the upcoming area of Downtown LA (DTLA), I sketched two buildings.
In the drawing above you see the undulating, steel-paneled sides of the Walt Disney Concert Hall. Donated by Disney’s (now late) wife, it is the home of the Los Angeles Philharmonic and the Los Angeles Master Chorale. Designed by the Toronto born architect Frank Gehry, 2013 is its tenth anniversary.
We took a tour and plan to return for a performance during our next visit.
Gehry is the same architect who designed the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao Spain, the Stata Center at MIT, and (earlier in his career) the Merriweather Post Pavilion, Rouse Company Headquarters, and Fire Station in Columbia, Maryland, where we used to live. All were innovative by the standards of the time. James Rouse, the developer of Columbia, the Baltimore Inner Harbor, Boston’s Quincy Market, and numerous other projects was an early supporter of Gerhy.
Here I drew the view of the Los Angeles City Hall, 1928, from the tenth floor roof deck of the Judson Building on Broadway in Downtown LA. At 32 floors, it is the tallest base-isolated building in the world. It has been retrofitted to withstand 8.2 earthquake. Did I mention that LA is in a big quake zone?
I loved the desert plants on the roof.
The dome of city hall in nearby Pasadena, California appealed to me. Built in 1927, Mediterranean revival and Spanish colonial revival styles mix. It rises 6 stories.
During 2004-2007 the building was renovated, including lifting it off its foundation to make a more earthquake secure base. That is important in this area, and an essential consideration in new construction.
This is only the top 2/3 of the tower. I was mostly interested in the shapes of the open windows and archways.
And now, back to the east coast, and the state of New Hampshire.
This month is a mix of my interest in bell towers and a recognition of the onset of winter.
Most years I draw some skaters on our small, outdoor, town ice rink. And It is really larger than this. Artistic license! The little guy is learning to skate by pushing a plastic milk crate around until he gets his balance.
This is the bell tower of the Busiel Mill in Laconia, NH.,1853. A sign says that workers here made hosiery, then clocks, then electronic relays, and organs. The building is still in use I believe, but not for manufacturing.
We saw the Lamb Knitting machine in action in the Belknap Mill in Laconia. The Belknap Mill is just across a walkway from the Busiel Mill above. Laconia’s mills were major producers of knitted goods Every mill city had its specialty.
Purple-ish, tweedy shoe laces were inching their way out of this machine and circling into the box on the floor. The mill is a museum now, well staffed with knowledgeable and entertaining guides.
The large Canterbury Shaker Village is located in Canterbury, NH. Shakers were a Protestant religious sect that flourished in the 18th and 19th centuries, in both England and the US.
Although the sect has faded away, the Shakers are well remembered for many fine qualities: their music, building skills, business sense (they sold seeds for example), furniture making, inventions, and quilts and tinware.
Above, I drew replicas of the tinware, quilts, and other crafts that are for sale in the village. Next to the three candle holders are a scoop for flour or sugar and a match holder. Shaker designs are known for their simplicity, elegance, and functionality.
The town green (or common) in Chatham, NH is very green. The building on the left is the library and museum, the center is the Congregational Church, and on the right is the Town House, site of the town offices.
The easiest way to get to Chatham from New Hampshire is to drive into Maine and back into New Hampshire. The population is under 350, in an area of 56 square miles, or 147 km².
The little town was named in 1767 for William Pitt, Earl of Chatham and Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Effingham NH, population about 1500, was named in 1749 for the English family of the Howards, the Earls of Effingham.
I drew the town Meeting House, dated 1798. The signage notes a Paul Revere bell in the steeple. This is bragging stuff here in New England. But I read that his foundry did produce excellent quality bells, all numbered and locations noted.
And there is indeed a town of Effingham in England, in the county of Surrey. (A quick read of their history included the stone age, and Roman occupation.)
The West Rumney Community Church is one of the few cedar shingled buildings in New Hampshire (from my observation) which retains its original brown stained color. I admire its architectural purity. Most shingled buildings built in America between 1880 and 1890 have now been painted white.
But recently this style is again popular, with brown cedar shingles and green trim.
Rumney is home to the “Polar Caves”, an intriguing rock formation.
The town of Hebron, NH curves around the north end of Newfound Lake. Approximately 600 people live here, within sight of the island-studded blue waters. On most days, a good stiff wind produces white caps on the waves. The Newfound Audubon Center is one of five Audubon wildlife parks in the state, especially interested in documenting the long (South America) migration patterns of native birds.
I wanted to include another New England bell tower which is neither a church nor a factory. This building is currently the home of the Hebron Town Offices. When first built, I believe the wooden clapboarded steeple was the bell tower of the Hebron Academy. A bell tower was a village’s system of calling out to its inhabitants, either for church services, school classes, factory shifts, or any emergency like a fire.
The surrounding structure which makes a picture frame for the composition is the town bandstand on the town green or common.
And lastly, a memory drawing of a favorite holiday family moment. I am the pointing girl at about age 10. My sister is the smaller girl about age 5. The others are an aunt, two uncles and a cousin.
We are all gazing at nature’s splendid light show. Ice crystals on the trees, plus the angle of sunshine, plus the steady gentle breeze produced colored light flashes. The crystals were prisms, and we all watched and called out the clear bright colors we saw. It was the best present.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Armchair travelers who might wish to learn more about any of our stops along the way can follow the trip at our travel blog.
Our first proper meal after arriving in Germany was in this restaurant in Bingen, right next to the Rhine River (Rhein in German). The cable cars go up to a large monument commemorating the unification of German states in 1871, which then included most if not all of Poland.
The makeup of Germany, and indeed of much of Europe, has moved around a lot in the past few centuries. We’d now like to think that things have stabilized and that the resulting countries will finally enjoy a time of tranquility. It was certainly our impression that life was pretty normal everywhere.
Note the extremely long barge. It was about twice as long as I could fit into a vertical format. River traffic was very heavy in both directions, here and everywhere else. River cruise boats were plentiful as well.
The areas of parallel lines indicate the steep rows of vines, growing the grapes that become Riesling white wine.
We had some plans to go to Koblenz, but we made a quick decision to travel up the Mosel River to the smaller city of Cochem instead.
Sure, it was crowded in the square when I drew this. But there is a level of energy in crowds that can be enjoyable. I just stand there with my small drawing pad and let the people swarm around me. Then it all becomes part of the memory. The pink building is the town hall, the Rathaus.
We got very touristy by taking a little tram ride around town with narration in a headset. So we heard English and German at the very same time. That required great feats of concentration.
On our way from our first stay in Ney near the Rhine to Goslar in the Harz Mountains, we encountered a massive traffic jam, Stau in German. The kind where after a while you get out of the car to stretch, or even walk off into the woods for a few minutes.
Here is Stephen making a new friend, Felix. His family owns a vineyard, and he was on his way to conduct a wine tasting. So Stephen had a lot of questions about German wines. We hope Felix had allowed plenty of extra time in his schedule so that the tasting could go on as scheduled after the Stau finally cleared up.
We finally did reach our destination city of Goslar. Most of the buildings here are completely covered in slate tiles.
This eagle fountain is in the main market square. The wealth of the city came from an extremely rich silver mine nearby. The mining operations lasted a thousand years, basically from 1000 AD to 2000 AD.
Just for fun, I drew this modern sculpture in Goslar, located in the middle of a mill stream that runs through the town.
Could this be anything other than a face with two birds on the head?
We enjoy eating in Ratskellers in Germany. Ratskeller literally means the cellar of city hall, and a city’s Ratskeller is a source of civic pride. None has ever disappointed. And the architecture always looks just like this.
Here we are in Helmstedt. Steve and Bruce are the ghostly transparent figures.
In Berlin we went into the exhibit called the Story Of Berlin. We had been there in 2000, and it was well worth coming back to. It is quite an amazing place, built into many locations within the innards of a large city block (where we once lived in 1972), and arranged chronologically. World War II is on one of the lowest floors, and the literal descent into it from many flights above presents a real sense of foreboding.
The exhibit is sometimes enlightening and uplifting, and many times terrifying. Here on the self guided tour, I stopped to draw the piles of forbidden books that were thrown onto the streets to be burned. By the Nazis of course. The floor is paved with actual book spines, rather than cobblestones. It is an awful feeling to walk on the books. I drew the books while a teacher on the right was lecturing to her class, one student’s feet on the left.
There is a very minimalist commemoration of the book burning near the Humboldt University in the former East Berlin. It consists of a set of empty bookshelves.
Here is the view of the Brandenburg Gate, the symbol of Berlin. We are facing west from the Unter Den Linden, the grand avenue of the former East Berlin and now of all Berlin. Unter den Linden is currently all torn up for subway construction, due for completion in 2015.
The words mean Unification Festival Day. The official commemoration of the unification of Germany after the Fall of the Wall takes place on October 3rd, and Berlin’s celebrations extended onward for a few more days. Why not? But still, we missed it by a day or so, and they were just cleaning up when we got there.
Many believe that November 9th should be the day to be celebrated, as that was the day in 1989 when the people breached the Berlin Wall. But that date unfortunately coincides with a dark day in the runup to World War II and the persecution of the Jews, so it was not deemed officially acceptable as a national day of celebration. But the people of Germany may just change that, at least de facto.
We picked up our wonderful three hour walking tour (with an English guide who loves Berlin) from this point. We learned about the tour at the Starbucks right here near the Brandenburg Gate.
I don’t know how long a woman was looking over my shoulder and watching me sketch. She surprised me when she commented that my drawing was schön or ‘nice’ as I didn’t even know she was inches away from me.
From Berlin, we crossed over the border to Poland. We spent two nights there in the attractive and lively city of Poznań, in an Airbnb apartment. Poznań’s population is twenty five percent university students. Our hostess gave us fine advice for an evening meal.
After our dinner we found a liquor store and purchased mint schnapps and cherry schnapps. The bottles made a colorful still life on the embroidered tablecloth in our sitting room.
The buildings in main square in Poznan, the Stary Rynek, are all pastel pretty tints. The traditional old style homes were rebuilt after the destruction of the Second World War. But the sun was in my eyes and the ornate buildings were backlit. So I decided to draw them all in graphite pencil. This technique emphasizes the window placement and the roof lines.
There’s a tour guide there in the square with her charges, and pigeon chasers too. And one clever little sparrow who was able to sneak in beneath the pigeons and make off with some of their loot.
The little tent is there to extend outdoor restaurant season into the autumn chill.
We ate a fabulous midday meal (a turkey curry) in a renovated brewery aside a very upscale mall. Not only did it taste great, but it was the daily special and very inexpensive. Including wine.
Then we hiked to a bead shop for Aimée. My tail was dragging that day, as I had still not adjusted to the six hour time zone change.
On our way to our next destination in Poland, Wroclaw, we stopped here in Rawicki. We just wanted some coffee, as well as a bathroom. We walked ALL over looking for a café, a restaurant, or some other sign of coffee, even asking directions and receiving an answer that would have sent us a long way away. And by this time we had learned the Polish word for coffee, kava. But there was none to be found. Nada, kava.
We did finally find juice and some famous Polish jelly donuts. As well as this pink town hall in the center of the town square—where the cafés should have been.
Rawicki is now known to us as the Town Without Coffee.
But the town did provide a lace curtain shop for Aimée.
We enjoyed our two days in Wroclaw, a city in the southwest part of Poland. We tried very hard to learn to pronounce the name of this old, yet modern and vibrant university city. Wroclaw = Frotswof. That was the best we could do without being able to roll the r.
I drew the two houses called Hansel and Gretel, in English. (I learned that the direct Polish translation is Johnny and Maggie. But we are talking about the same story.) They are called that by the locals only because they are smaller than the surrounding buildings and appear to be holding hands. That is the only reason.
The two houses are the remaining buildings of those that once encircled the St. Elizabeth Church. An artist/activist named Eugeniusz Get-Stankiewicz lived the house on the right until his recent death. He painted the colorful and abstract color patches all over the sides of his house. Each color swatch brings attention to a small defect in the stucco....a lump or tiny crack. A very subtle sign of rebellion against the Communist regime.
There were other subtle protests here in Wroclaw as well, like tiny little subversive gnome graffiti and sculptures. Poland was ruled by repressive regimes for hundreds of years.
And then back to Germany again, this time to an old but very updated hunting lodge in the woods named the Churfürstliche Waldshänke in Moritzburg. (It’s such a mouthful that we never tried to say it.) We think this means the prince’s tavern in the woods.
It is situated between Meissen and Dresden. We happily sagged into the chairs here, near the tile fireplace, for a good meal.
After a morning walk the next day to another pink building, a Schloss (castle), we spent a whole day in Meissen. Shopping, eating, climbing towers, and hoofing it up steep cobblestoned lanes. The usual stuff, except we then hiked over to the the Meissen Porcelain Factory. And spent several hours (and no money other than the admission charge) learning all about how they make such beautiful china. Their live clay demonstrators were excellent.
Most of the specimens in their large museum were sculptures, not dinnerware. Many were originals from a few centuries ago, while others were recast in more recent times from the original, centuries old, molds.
After my coffee and plum kuchen, I drew this tiny carousel and cookie stand which was right outside the cafe. The German words mean ‘sweet stuff’. The owner of the sweet shop and the carousel came over to inspect my drawing, and to make sure I knew that his cookies were the real thing, the heart shaped lebkuchen.
At least that is what I think he was saying to me. His explanations got louder when I told him I didn’t understand. So after a while I agreed to it all, with the easy ‘ja, ja’.
The owner delayed pulling down the canvas wraps to his stalls when he saw me sketching. That was kind. My carousel horse is not well drawn as it appears to be making a break for it into the night.
I saw three mini-carousels in Germany. The paintings around the top center were all scenes from Grimm’s fairy tales. This particular carousel had images from Little Red Riding Hood, or Rotkäppchen in German.
And on to a new country for Bruce and me, the Czech Republic, and its capital, Prague. Here is the view from the rooftop of our hotel, the Hotel Julian. This is not a standard view towards anything famous. Those two highrises are very far away and not in the direction of the old town.
The next day in Prague, we spent three and a half hours with a private guide hired by Aimée on the recommendation of a friend who had toured with her in the past. She was a wonderful guide, and we packed in so much more than if we had been on our own for all that time.
We did go over the famed Charles Bridge in the afternoon, on our own, to take in the Alfons Mucha Museum. Mucha is the best known artist of the Art Nouveau movement in Paris.
After the art museum, we felt we needed to put time in at the Museum of Communism. It was hard to find, but we persevered and located it next to a McDonald’s and inside a casino. It was rather harrowing but felt good to learn even more about the resiliency of the Czech people. And more details of the Velvet Revolution in 1989 when ten days of peaceful and massive street protests caused the Soviets to pull out of the country.
On the way back to our hotel, we stopped for hot wine, and a sketch. I drew this end tower of the Charles Bridge with my back to an ice cream sign as thousands of people swirled around me. I was like a happy rock in a stream.
The next day, after too short a stay in Prague, we drove back into Germany, to Nuremberg. This tiny, very quick sketch is the view from the bedroom of Albrecht Dürer’s house.
You see the town walls, and a gate and turret. And a house built against the town walls.
Dürer’s fame as an engraver and painter from the late 1400s and early 1500s endures today. No pun intended. I LOVED walking through his house and studio.
The many flower stalls on the Salt Square in Wroclaw remain open twenty four hours a day. We bought this small arrangement of one rose and four carnations, greens, and dried grasses, wrapped tightly.
It lasted well for twelve days. We carried it with us in the car, and into our hotel rooms at night. The impromptu vase was a cut down water bottle.
Aimée said it was magical how it survived and traveled with us.
The food items in our possession do multiply after a while. There are three, maybe four, languages here. No English though. (No, wait. It says ‘for fit’ in English.) We always stopped at grocery stores, so we could have ample snacking in our rooms.
And they are amusing to study carefully, and draw joyfully.
Füssen is a small city in Bavaria, right up against the Austrian border. Our time there was lovely... a warm, sunny day, with no crowds, lots to see, and a fine meal in a sidewalk cafe. I drew these wrought iron traditional shop signs from my chair after my lunch. They are advertising the wares within the shops....folk clothes, fashionable eyeglasses, books, and perfumes.
Wieskirche is a church in a field near Füssen. Which is a direct translation of the words. The ornate baroque interior is world famous. I went to an organ recital there once, 41 years ago. Unintentionally, due to underdeveloped language skills. Long story.
The castle to the left is Neuschwanstein. The day was hazy and the colors muted.
Our last day of our trip was in Nördlingen, Germany, on the famed Romantic Road. It was rainy and grey at times. We loved this walled city anyway. I drew the view from where we parked our car outside the walls. In the former moat.
As we walked around the high ceilinged, fan-arched town church, something struck me. (Not literally) I had never seen the grey kind of stone that was used by the architects and builders. Soon we were to learn that this kind of stone was created by a meteor, hitting this area a mere 15 million years ago. It is unique in the world. It has diamonds in it. Tiny ones.
And the town has a wonderful science museum all about the meteor event. US astronauts visited the museum before the Apollo launch to practice their excavation techniques. A moon rock is displayed there.
And back home we come to New Hampshire, USA. So we didn’t miss all the autumn foliage display while we were gone. The beech trees are still all gold and bronze.
My cup of tea on the checked tablecloth was penciled in first. Then up to the grandchildren’s doll house, with its old world style architecture. The upper set of table and chair are out doors on the deck, beyond the glass wall.
The purplish hill is not the Alps, but beautiful nonetheless.
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