WATERBABY'S CIRCUS

More from the same day. OK, so this wasn't a very good day for painting. But we all had fun. Isabel & Koko will probably be back some sunny Sunday afternoon. Look at them, standing there by the Harleys. Shameless! Now I understand why they sent the kids for a walk.

OK, let's see if I can make this Mexican computer do the upload: Last Sunday, Oct. 19, we (Koko, Isabel and their girls and me) went back to Port Costa, but due to my altered state of consciousness, I didn´t get much painted. Just these demented scribblings. I blame the magic cookies.

Now it is Sunday evening, and I haven't posted my plein air I did on Thursday afternoon of the hotel at Port Costa, and I haven't said a word about Mestre Accordeon's 50th Anniversary of Capoeira celebration, or about going back to Port Costa today with "the girls" and trying to do my sketchbook under challenging circumstances. . . . It will all have to wait since it's now nearly time for beddybye and I haven't got my stuff packed to catch a plane tomorrow morning. Going to Cabo for a week! Woo Hoo! Got my boarding pass printed out, found my passport, and made my Bayporter reservation. All I need to do now is stop futzing on the computer and go throw some clothes and paints and survival food into a suitcase. Well - maybe I have time to post just the plein air of the hotel. As they say down the way . . . Hasta!

I had to pick up two watercolors this morning from the California Watercolor Assn. Gallery Concord. Since the day was young and the weather sunny, I thought I'd detour a bit on the return trip and visit the little town of Port Costa . Hadn't been there in several years, and I'd been thinking for some time that it would make a great plein air site for my El Cerrito Art Assn. group. It's a funky old bay side port town with an excess of scenic charm, and lovely vistas of water. Well, lo and behold. I pulled into the gravel lot and there right in front of me were a couple folks I knew who were painting with a Martinez Adult School plein air class. Although the class was already winding down, I decided to stick around awhile and scout out possibilities for future painting. As I rambled around, I discovered a humongous old fig tree down by the railroad tracks, loaded down with ripe luscious purple fruit, there for the taking. I guess in itself this wasn't a great find, ex...