Hello. Time flies between posts, but I have been in action mode:

Some days I take my work onto the dining room table, for the bigger surface and larger room around me. But things can get out of control, scattering my focus across several projects, and leading to non-completion of any one thing.

And so I go for a walk:

Remember the icebergs from a few weeks ago? They’ve melted away, and the sound of lapping waves has returned to the beach, clicking back across carpets of tiny shells:

These make a satisfying crunch under one’s shoes. Also enjoyable is the gentle give of sand under one’s feet, softly turning the ankles this way and that.

Areas of sand are still hard and echo my foot steps, leading to frozen shelves of icy sand holding firmly against the returning waves.

Someone created a lovely circle on the beach, the inner sand settling into its own pattern.

And now I get back to work. I have three illustrations on the go for a client, four new portraits under way, and a new sketchbook entry done for my next post about dance, the body……and trouble.

The day Malcolm created his own exercise equipment from what was at hand, no prob.

Effortless action Thursday, everyone.