An evening bird, singing in the garden.

A Sunday letter.

Here is the bottom half of a digital painting study, work in progress—Morning commuters on Metro line No. 3.

Dear Friend,

Well, it was a sunny, not-too-cold day in late February, although now the sun is starting to go down. I don’t have much to offer today I’m afraid. It must be so tedious to get letters that routinely begin with how poorly I am doing, s…