With assorted hangers on the over-door rack.
Musical instrument section.
Brightness on a gray day.
Paper napkin, folded on the table.
Phone on the table at the end of the day.
Letting my pen move as I listen. Someone breathing in sleep. The furnace fan downstairs. I breathe.
The bowl is full of apples again. (We went to the farmers' market this morning.)
Stamped, "Made in USA."
Snow fell lightly and steadily all evening. But not enough. No holiday expected tomorrow.
It still gets dark earlier than I'd like but I try to notice the lengthening hours of light.
I'm not going to take my blog dark for the anti-SOPA anti-PIPA strike on January 18th - I don't think I get enough traffic to make much impact that way. But if you are in the US and you haven't educated yourself about what these acts would mean for the free exchange of information and the Internet as we know it, please check Wikipedia's explanation. Thanks.
Dejunked my closet today. Five grocery bags of clothing headed to the Goodwill. Now I need to clean the rest of my room... but not tonight.
Wore my favorite wool socks today, and felt as if I were wearing fuzzy slippers - comfort in chilly weather.
I don't know why my foot needed to be blue tonight, but it did.
Youngest child plays a large musical instrument, and left it in the living room tonight after practicing, "because I think you'll have fun drawing it." (And I did.)
Crunchy snack.
This looks something like a robotic sea creature, but it's a good big hard drive, and a reminder that I backed things up yesterday.
Landscape remembered from the car window. We drove home from a family party as it was beginning to get dark.
Not a distant mountain, but my foot under a blanket.
Noticing the shapes spread across the table this evening.
One of a dozen bought today.
May the new year be as full of sweetness... may we appreciate ordinary delights.
Happy New Year!!!
Our last full day here - tomorrow we'll be in transit, with maybe time for one last vacation sketch to close out the year. If I don't post before midnight tomorrow, Happy 2012!
Backlit against the bright window - my father reading his book.
Hills, near and far.
We seem to have internet access again - perhaps the ISP was taking a nap? In any case, this was drawn and painted last night in the dark, listening to the wind, children laughing, and the two-tone chirp of the coqui frogs.
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