Yesterday I completely moved out of the place I was living in for the past eight months. It was an okay place as far as an impulse-necessity-post-divorce platter goes. I'm going to miss the wood stove for sure, but the new place is four hundred dollars cheaper. Miso is going to miss Bocci, her buddy from across the street.
Also, the last thing Zaida said to me before she fell asleep last night was "This place is peaceful".
Miso was throwin' out her hip doing the organic-smell-boogie all day.
Jack is the Great Pyrenees who lives here. Along with a whomping willow.
Meanwhile, back at Atelier LaRose and The Steven LaRose Figure Studies division, a painter friend of mine, Chris Peters, just bought these two images.
It is always grand when another painter purchases your work with their hard earned money. Chris went to the San Francisco Art Institute, but he has always been an equally hardcore orchard guru. Which I find particularly serendipitous as he bought the two paintings the same week I moved into The Cottage which butts up against one of the Bear Creek Orchards.