Back at the fountain, BEFORE the sun set. A chill was in the air. The sound of a hooting owl was heard in the distance of the dawn, and in the still of the early morn, of a cloudy day. Rained in the afternoon.
Sitting at the birdbath I painted this picture. Summer lingers in the feathery green leaves of the coreopsis. The yellow flowerets of seven petals sprinkle around. Water in the bowl reflects dark shadows of a limb. The air was still.