The real voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.- Marcel Proust
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Waiter, there's a monkey ball in my soup
Have not been able to do any lunchtime painting this week, and I miss it! This isn't a landscape, but it is "of" the landscape. It's the seedpod from a sweetgum tree. We've always called them "monkey balls" for some reason long lost to memory. As Beck can attest, they hurt when you step on them and get them caught in your paws.