
After a visit to the bike shop, I stopped in at Bart’s for a sketch’n’browse. These two vintage lovelies came home with me. Both have gorgeous typography on the covers, to which I have not done justice.

Postage stamps are tiny works of art that represent a moment in time and culture. What a pity that they are used so rarely anymore. Even I, inveterate maker and sender of cards and letters, have greatly reduced my use of stamps this year. Instead, a phone call on a birthday has felt sufficient — but is it really? I want to get back to my practice of sending snail mail. I can’t keep using the fire as a mental excuse.

Last Thursday, while perusing the Ojai Studio Artists web site, I came across a familiar name, a woman I had briefly worked with 20 years ago. I emailed her, she called me back, and today we hung out and caught up, while visiting the studios of some of her artist friends. A most excellent day. Also, the air conditioning is now working correctly. 😁

Ventura County has nearly 40 museums; maybe I’ll get around to visiting (and sketching at) all of them. The closest one is right here in town, and it’s quite charming, with a mixture of history and contemporary art.

We found a late-blooming Plummer’s mariposa in a rocky part of Serrano Canyon, as well as running water! We’d crossed the dry creek bed several times on the way up there, so it was a real surprise to see Serrano Creek blurbling along at this point. It seemed a good place to stop for a while, then head back.