STEPS LEADIN' TO MY HEART
Was setting up to do this doorway two Falls ago but had to leave as city workmen arrived to renovate the area! 
Just love this whole facade to the back door/vestibule area of this house. Wouldn't you have thought it was somewhere in Europe when it is actually somewhere right here in Ontario. 

It was such a beautiful day yesterday: no rain, some sun, no wind to pick up my easel...had to go out to paint. 
Just before the sun was setting in Gairloch Gardens with the odd person walking their furry friends or kid on the bike. Heard some whisperings behind: a couple of kids wanting to take photos for their camera club. Been asked many times before. Thinking of getting a sign made for my back that says " Go ahead and take the photo" ...or not..

The model held this pose for 20 minutes before he started playing which made it more difficult to paint when he was moving. Nearly wanted to give up trying to get the cello right. 

When the initial sweat eased a little, I thought how blessed I was to listen to hauntingly beautiful music while I painted. My heart pained for the children and people of Syria and elsewhere who are living in constant fear. I so treasured the feeling of peace and security I was entrenched in at the moment....

SUNSET OVER THE RATTRAY MARSH
I am so glad that this beautiful gem of the only remaining lakeside marshland between Toronto and Burlington was saved from a developer who was going to to fill it in and build homes, Now all bird and nature lovers get to enjoy it from raised platform trails. 
In my painting here, it is where the marsh opens out to Lake Ontario. See you there! 

Today's weather makes me think we've skipped Spring altogether and we're rolling into Fall again....

INNER REFLECTIONS.
A walk in the woods offer you many things. One of them: an inner reflection of yourself.

PAINTING ON A LEDGE.
I caught my daughter sitting on this high wall above a flowing canal when we were in Tuscany. My heart nearly dropped to my shoes but hmm... admittedly I somehow liked the image of her perched high, quietly amongst all those old stones, focusing on a watercolor painting of her charming surroundings.

IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SING ABOUT, THEN DANCE LIKE NOBODY'S WATCHING.
I may not sing that well but there is no right or wrong dancing: just move! Of course, in the seclusion of my own basement.

Under One Hour Sketch.
Oil 18x24