Not work – inspiration. The marsh to the north of my mother.
Also an astonishing blue sky and perfect fall weather. This is what people imagine when they think of New England fall; sun, blue skies, cool shadows and warm sun. I think the weather we had Friday, with scattered rain and fog, and the brilliance of turning leaves with a scrim of mist is just as correct, and sometimes easier to find.
I can feel the landscape work winding down a little, and some of the pressure for abstract work ramping up. There is always work to do: experiments to make, fabric to dye, other fabric to paint or stamp or practice with gelatin plate printing again. Messing about to accomplish.