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A Tree Continues Growing in Three Rivers

On Day Two of the oak tree mural in Three Rivers, I walked to work, because I didn’t have to haul any paint. That is another benefit of working indoors – all supplies are secure overnight.

Yup. Looked the same on Day 2 as it did when I left at the end of Day 1.
On one of my many breaks, I took this photo through the sliding glass doors. You can see Alta Peak (the elephant!) and Moro Rock. The unsightly palm tree will be going away. And now the house across the street is also for sale – will it also become a vacation rental?? Time will tell. . .

I spent the day studying the mural from below, climbing up the ladder and working until I got confused and too hot. Then I’d climb down again, study the mural some more and make a next step branching plan, figure out which ladder needed to be moved next, reload my palette, and climb back up.

The extension ladder needed to go up another notch, which meant it bumps the ceiling each time I move it. Not complainin’, just ‘splainin’. 

In spite of the air conditioner working hard all day (and it was only about 99º, not in the triples), it was HOT HOT HOT up at ceiling level.

The stroke of brilliance looks really great in the late afternoon light coming in the window.

At the end of Day Two, this is what I had. I fattened the trunk, fattened lots of branches, and climbed up and down all day.

It seemed as if three days would do the trick.

2 Comments

  1. This is my second day of stopping in to quietly read and watch your tree grow. The green moss yesterday and today is striking, and the bottom of the trunk looks so 3D especially. The rest of the tree is becoming more 3D now too.

    Happy painting today. Phew, a good workout for you as you go up and down the ladder, huh? 🙂 An arm workout too to paint and have them raised all the time, I imagine?

    Warmly,
    Jennifer
    http://Www.jenniferdougan.com

    • Jennifer, you are right about the climbing and the arm workout – it always surprises me to feel so tired in the arm! (You’d think I’d learn. . . and do some weight lifting a few weeks in advance or something.)

      The promised email to you didn’t happen. . . I read the outline of your dad’s sermon and didn’t have the courage to listen because I didn’t want to cry.

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