Friday, July 13, 2007
It's mango season and the tree next to our house (probably planted by local critters--like wild pigs, 40 years ago) is having a good run. It happens every few years when the weather is a litte drier. Here's today's take in my sink. I went out to collect them in our colender but soon found it too small for all the mangos that had dropped since yesterday.
We took a little too long to decide to meet fellow Hilo artists for this week's plein air session, even though they made it for noon on so people could get up there (it's about 60 miles away for us in lower Puna). We were supposed to go to a 5000 acre ranch but we got to the meeting place at 12:30 and no one was around. So we picnicked on the lawn and then went down to Lapahoehoe Point (location of a tsunami that wiped out a school in 1946), just around the corner.
We had a quick swim with the local kids.
While I drove, Arthur read to me from his Cezanne book. We'd been exploring the fauve movements and now Arthur was onto the Father of all that, Cezanne. With that in mind I painted the lava rocks red (my latest color of the moment)--I had fun. I don't know if Arthur did. Neither of us like those long drives, even in paradise...