Hope 62

 Hope 62

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

The fog rolled in and around San Francisco Bay all morning.  Light, fresh, clear and just the right amount of cool. I watched as if it were the greatest show on earth, storing up its goodness for when the next heat wave and firestorm come our way. I hope I never take fog for granted again. 

Hope 61

 Hope 61

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

Yesterday the Bay Area returned to its old self.

Fires are still burning. People are suffering. And a wind shift could fill the air with smoke again. But for now, I am savoring every walk through my neighborhood, looking up at the sky and trying to store up this momentary sense of well being. I hope I never take  walking outside and breathing clean air for granted again.

Hope 60 

Oil on Wood

6"X8"

The smoke was clearing this morning so it was back to the redwoods with my dear friend today. What a difference clean air makes! I am positively drunk on air and friendship. Air is everything. So is friendship. Life isn't worth living without both of them.

Hope 59

 Hope 59

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

After a week, or has it been two, of smoke and ash there was actual blue sky overhead for a moment this morning.  

Polluted air is forecasted through Wednesday, but just seeing blue above made me feel hopeful for a moment. And that is something.

Patience is not one of my virtues.

Hope 58

 Hope 58

Oil on Wood

6"X8"

Remembering with relish a week ago walking in Mill Valley with a friend. The ancient Redwoods have seen it all before. They give me hope.

Hope 57

 Hope 57

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

Fog brought welcome relief from the heat and smoke Monday evening. But then, today we woke up to dark orange skies that darkened as the day progressed. My heart aches for California. Making this little painting brought a little light to this otherwise dark afternoon. Holding on to hope. 

 Hope 56

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

A walk with friends on a clear day in August.

Simple pleasure that feels extravagant. 

A little infusion of hope that should keep me going awhile.