Above: From a TINY journal I made with paper I was testing (Rives lightweight—too light for much of anything really, but it is fun to sketch on it in pen). I think the pages are about 4 inches square. (It’s across the room so I’m not going to go measure it right now. The notes were done at one time and then later in the day after I had visited my mother-in-law, I stopped to sketch the finches in the aviary before making my way home. One of the maintenance guys I always chat with came by too look over my shoulder. "At it again," he said laughing. "Yep, I can't help myself, and this guy is really standing still watching me today." (Finch on the left.) We both laugh.
Dick just came in to kiss the top of my head as I worked, and then go off to his own work. I had some bird sketches up on the screen, debating about whether or not to do some paintings.
Looking over my shoulder he said pointing to the bird on the right:
D: There’s a lot of attitude there.
He said it as if it might be a bad thing, a thing we should be wary of, a thing we should be prepared to deal with, but something he was also smiling at.
R: I think the guy on the left has more of an attitude.
Dick leaned in for a closer look.
D: There’s a whole lot of attitude going on there too. In fact…
He paused and looked between the screen and me and back again to both. Finally just looking at me.
D: Both are just self portraits.
He shrugged at the obvious. With that he left the room muttering in his stage voice, “Yep, a whole lot of attitude.”
I think that’s a good way to start the day. Time to bike. Cold, but no snow yet.