rain rain don't go away
puddle
It’s been raining all week . After 8 months straight of sunny, perfect Southern California weather, the gray, moody days are a welcomed reprieve. They remind me of growing up in the tropics where the monsoon season kept perfect time, was never tardy and shook up your daily activities for weeks to come. It brought along loud clapping thunder, searing lightning, and many days of looking out the window as it poured and poured and poured. When it was all over, you could hear the frogs croak and see the sun peeking timidly at the freshly laundered world.
teacup
raindrops on the front step
Rainy days are rare in this part of the world, and I treasure it when it chooses to rear its stormy head. It’s the perfect excuse to stay indoors in the studio, turn on the lamps, brew tea and listen to big band playing on a vintage record player. I’ll pretend I have my monsoons again, even if it’s just for ever so brief a moment.
atelier
the color gray
crackling swing