On a washout weekend the sky is gray, and the air is unusually cold for the end of May. A Saturday afternoon that feels more like early March with plummets of rain splattering the windows of the coffee house facing a cannel, along the south cross bay heading to the sea. As the skies grow darker, I'm content with my memories of last Memorial Day, " I'm glad I'm not heading upstate this year on a day like today." I think to myself drawing pieces of photos I took last year of houses, surrounded by a bridge, the Hudsons River and a church bell tower, overlooking the mountains across the water. Still shots from different photos zoomed in, cropped and pieced together, creating something new. On a washout weekend where it's too cold and rainy to go to the beach, upstate, or even the park. But the weather is never too cold or rainy to spend the weekend doing something creative and starting and finishing a new piece.
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