Feast of All Saints
The Feast of All Saints, and not a single trick-or-treater last night (it rained). I did see evidence that a few were out nevertheless - candy-wrappers on the sidewalk as I took my walk this morning. The painting is one of my fake-romance-cover exercises, practicing a genre I love (as a friend says, "If those girls would just wear jeans those escapes from dark old houses would be easier") with "scrap" harvested from the Internet (I'm sure that pic of Brigit Bardot was all over Google at one time). An alternative to the orange haunted house picture I think of as my Halloween painting. (But, yeah, wear some jeans, honey, and call Uber!) My apologies yet again for not posting more frequently - and for not putting more time into trying to get the Facebook page up and running again (or establishing another professional page that I'm in control of). (Or even posting on the BlueSky account I got months ago). I simply haven't had the time or the energy. The pu...