Working the Edge

This is post 120 for this year. I really was not sure how the year would work out. Painting and posting every day. As it happens it is good. In some ways not as hard as I expected. Certainly it has proven to be very enjoyable. However it has had consequences that were not entirely anticipated.

These posts now define my day. They have become what I am. My day circles them. Before post, writing post, after post. No wonder I have been so distressed after the whole posting routine was disrupted and my carefully crafted and edited posts were lost apparently irretrievably.

Whatever, the glitch seems to be sorted for now.

I feel some sympathy for the sea birds I saw a couple of days ago, "Working the Edge". As the tide turns and the sea comes back over the sandbanks at the edge of the Maitai river the seagulls wait patiently for their dinner to arrive. Their day is defined by the phases of the moon and the vagaries of the weather. Glitches happen to them too.

15120. "Working the Edge"  oil on panel.  8x10 in.