February 9, 2025
Baskets of collections.  I was struck by this display this morning.


No story tonight, don't have it in me.  One thing I do want to share is that my niece, Grace shared her niece, Arianna's paintings with me in response to yesterday's post.  And then her mother sent me a link to her  daughter's posts about being a painter. Arianna is 8 generation beyond Ernest Bouche, but talent attracts talent attracts talent.  And what is not sustained genetically is  propped up environmentally.  Anna got both.  

After my Mother's 90th birthday party in 2009, Anna rode with me, Annie, Kora and EJ back to Ma.  The whole backseat had a big drawing book and markers and they drew together all the way back home.  Anna and EJ hadn't seen each other in like 4 years, but once again bonded around the drawing tools.  That was a great ride home, and I still have the drawings. 


The snow storm was not as big as was predicted. But I did get stuck in my driveway.   My neighbor, Art came and dug me out and I went for a small ride.  The canal's gate was closed so I could not go for the eagle hunt I was planning. It's eagle active time, better known as mating season.  I love photographing their acrobatics. 
     The clouds were wonderful, but I didn't stop to shoot.  I just enjoyed the piles of stark white on top of the bare branches, the streams of color between sky blue, charcoal grey and brilliant white.    


Arianna Cole standing with her painting.  If you want to see more of her work you can see her on Instagram.  

 

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