Went to Sea World with Hubs on free tickets he got from school. Hadn’t been there in at least 30 years. He says we went there with the kids, but I don’t remember that; I only remember going as a kid myself. Once, I think. I think that every killer whale they’ve ever had there has been called Shamu.
We planned to stop on the way home so I could paint. On top of looking for somewhere interesting, I told Hubs I rather need to keep the number of people milling around to a minimum, and this complicated the search a bit. A Hwy 101 rest stop had a quiet spot with vivid purple flowers, but it wasn’t too interesting otherwise. We ended up finding a pay parking lot ($1.50/hr) and a tiny little memorial park in San Clemente with a view: Park Semper Fi. When I say tiny, I mean less than the size of my house in area, maybe 1000 square feet. Anyway, there was one guy sitting in it but I managed to get out of his sight–around a bush, next to a down stairway, behind a bench. Steve went for a long walk and I set to work.
In an hour and half, only three or four people came through, going up or down the stairs. And then there was the mom with two older kids who stood no more than eight feet behind me for 15 minutes, shooting the breeze. Very distracting. I don’t know if I was the reason they hung out or not, but eventually I turned to see who these people crowding me were. I said nothing, but I’m sure my expression was not pleasant. After another five minutes they finally took the stairs down and out of my space. (Please, people, until further notice, don’t stand right behind me, yakking. Grr! A 20-foot perimeter would be good. Bring your measuring devices.)
Oh, yeah, about the painting. There were probably 100 palm trees, but I put in just enough to get the idea. Came home and put a little more light on the pier and trees. I didn’t try to save the foreground.