Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Retentive, perfectionist, legend in my own mind, whatever label you want to hang on it, it's one of the things that restricts me, and too often.
Mirror Lake is nothing special, it's actually quite boring and mediocre, but what is special about it to me: it is one of those times I didn't plan, I didn't have a goal, I just taped down some paper, mixed up some color, and let the watercolor do the talking. No sketch, nothing in mind, wherever it ends up, even if it's the fire pit, I let it happen.
It was scary, intimidating, exhilarating and liberating all at the same time. I need to do it more often.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
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