The sun is out but, like a stage spotlight, it is gelled with white sheets of clouds. The early morning chill has gone. It is way past noon, and the humidity from the damp earth drenches everyone's clothing with sweat.
I am back from the framer's. There are three tiny pieces in Night Walker: Studies In Multiple Perspective that must be framed, and I pick up one of them before the sky turns upside down with afternoon rain. Oliver helps me take it home.
This is Violet Waiting Shed framed. It took the frame-maker long because it is in glossy, black lacquer, the kind that is used on the glass frames of Japanese dolls.
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