Counting crows.

I painted all day yesterday and it was one of those days where I set out to paint something and ended up gravitating to something else. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE (not always) I recognize when that's happening and I let my paintbrush lead instead of my brain. It usually turns out making me really happy. I spent the morning drawn to crows. OF ALL THINGS. And ripping up books. A bit darker than my average day - but, maybe it's because Halloween is on the horizon.

It's a little bit darker than my usual style, but there's something I like about it. Maybe the ambiguity of the second crow... is it coming? Is it leaving? One crow means sorrow and two crows mean joy... Dan kept staring at it (which he usually does not do) so I feel like there's something working here. Either way - it was a productive day and that's all I'm gearing for while I get back into my painting groove. It was chilly, dark and definitely fall which jump-started my i-love-you-fall heart as I get ready to say goodbye to September and hello to the season that suits me best.

Today: We are getting groceries, digging out our mittens and working on a de-cluttering around here. AND CRAWLING. Penn is stuck on backwards. It's the perfect temperature for coffee in the park and off-leash dogs and bundled up babies. And scarves. It feels like a slow-cooker day. And JEANS! Yum.

GO!