Not in the Mall

Out the window clouds have blown up whisking loose pine cones from the pinon. I can see the mountains, and hear the horses whinnying for hay.

I don't want to spoil the serenity by driving to town and fighting with psychotic shoppers for the best sale items. In fact, after looking at the ads, there's nothing I even want for me, much less buy for someone else. I prefer to do my gift giving unexpectedly throughout the year. I know I am in the minority.

The image above is the palm tree I've been talking about, the one I finished here a few days ago. It's almost seven feet tall. I know it's a crummy picture, but the canvas is laying on the floor in the sunroom, and I am holding the camera over my head to get this shot. At least you can see how the little fish stamps worked out.