There are those perfect late fall afternoons where the light bends a little differently. I had the pleasure of sitting in a local park in Berlin enjoying a simple afternoon.
There was a woman playing the cello. people lounging on benches and me sitting there sketching flowers.
It was far too pretty a day not to walk back and get some paints. All I needed were some simple colors and a paint brush.
It’s nice to be that weirdo in the park painting.

Later that day later summer transitioned to early fall. The change was distinct and to the point and much appreciated.







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