On Thursday, without warning, my Uncle’s and my incredibly fit and healthy dog suddenly died. Apparently there had been a large tumor all around his heart, and it burst – and he passed away. He never had to be sick, never had to be old, lived with all his favorite things (water, balls, and affection) in constant supply. I know he had a wonderfully happy life. I’m so grateful to have gotten to share his life, he is deeply missed. Saturday I had an Open Studio. It was hot, I was sad – I decided I would paint, so I wouldn’t need to think or feel too much. I had a photo from the Island this summer I decided I’d work on, and set to it. I left out the buildings, left out the bridge – just set my sights on the warmth and beauty of the light.