My blue day, and my latest bird.

These pictures are from Thursday. I’m not sure why I didn’t post them right off the bat.

I’ve been reading a novel that I found in the lobby of my apartment building. It is about a village in England during the Plague. It is dark, doesn’t make for very good bedtime reading, and isn’t doing much for my propensity for insomnia. I am already prone to laying awake thinking about the various diseases that one can acquire. Luckily, I am almost done with this book.

Thursday started out pretty blue. I was mopey and anxious and gloomy. But then I found inspiration here. I dragged myself outside for walk with my camera, and went to a park that I have visited a million times before. My goal was to find something new or interesting that I hadn’t noticed before, and the picture above is the result. (For the record - it was taken from the water tower at Volunteer Park.) I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have taken this photo if I wasn’t reading that depressing-ass book.
Later that evening I did this bird. I kind of liked it better before I painted it, but whatever…I can never resist playing with colors when I get the chance.

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