Work for the Night

The prints from Jones Farm on the  computer, edited and ready for printing. I took the old painting from the late 70's and went ahead and touched it up with oils and put a layer of protection on it. The years have cracked the paint and chipped in places, fortunately, not on Mr Jones face. I was able to pretty much blend the new in with the old without too much obvious manipulation. I wasn't going to mess with it but decided it would look better if I did.
I am putting off the printing as the day is warm and I would rather be outside, which I have, raking and transplanting plants and tidying up the back yard. The chickens do a real number on the yard, scratching up every square acre in search of bugs. In pulling weeds, there is a certain weed, looks almost like a mint, small, that when pulled, stings you worse than a nettle. It has been over an hour and the numb fingers still tingle. One potent little plant.
I also plan to print more photos for Saturday's Gallery Sidewalk sale though I have too many already for people to choose from. I always feel though, I do not have enough of this and that, and am always guessing as to what will sell. I will re-print the four Rick and Kim purchased and see if they are yet popular. Then the circle church, that too. Then the rivers. Then the Olustee. Then the butterflies. On and on.
I re-posted the rainbow up on Blueberry hill along with the little essay, Walking on Water. I can hardly believe that I wrote it, though I had no other persons name on it, which I do if it is not mine. I liked it, but again, no one responded in any way. Only Melissa with the terse "Vivid". And I wonder as I wander.