March 30, 2011
Went home for lunch and whipped out a study of twilight dust.
Going to plop a hell-bent-for-leather stagecoach careening towards us, and call it "Running Late". This is a painting I promised to Roger French and I aim to repay him for the great hatbands he has created for me.
"Doing nothing's a dangerous occupation."
—Robert Bolt
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