It’s one of those days when the weather can’t make up its mind.  The washing is hanging on a rack on the back porch because I know it will rain the minute I hang it on the line.  When the sun comes out it is beautiful, but then it is dark again and raining.  I look out of my front window and am struck by the way that even in the grey, my little Azalea shines against the fence…

dull day
the sun in unexpected



Maybe one day we will be able to stop the fighting and the hating.  Maybe one day we will have peace.

He shall judge between the nations, and shall arbitrate for many peoples; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more… 

gun barrel
a sparrow builds
her nest


A steep learning curve.  I allowed the paper to be too wet for the last wash, and colour crept across under some of the masking.  Lots of fun and a surreal result.  Also it is obvious that I have to be more aware of contrasts.  I may do more with this but probably not.  I will certainly be doing more pouring though.

You can see from the following black and white copy that a better value range was needed.