One of about thirty paintings I did for the plein air exhibit at Marston House.  It's the abandoned Ruben E. Lee which I considered part of SD historical architecture (the theme of the show).  Sold one - didn't see very many people walking around with frames under their arms.  Art as entertainment is killing us. 

Swept away in this raging river and intend to ride it out as trying to hold on only causes gulping of lots of stuff coming at me.  Trying to enjoy the scenery, keeping my head above water and not letting  panic be the overriding emotion.  

I have a couple of irons in my fire that if burned out will set me into launch mode.  National Parks here I come.  An endless road trip painting as I go till a safe haven makes itself known.  

Wailing Hearts