Since my neck and shoulders have been bothering me lately, making violin practice and sewing uncomfortable during and painful afterwards, I have taken up a new hobby–watercolor.
This is not my first painting, nor my best, but it is the only one I have a picture of. I am pleased with it because I was able to put in a river–a first for me–and because it is going to my Great Grandmother. I feel like I’ve watercolored pictures for her before in my youth. Ah, the days of slopping Crayola paint onto printer paper. I don’t really miss the bubbling paper, but I did miss painting.