Good friends, good weather, good things to draw = great weekend in Boston. After I finally put away the BlackBerry and laptop, M. and I wandered across the street from our room at the Beacon Hill Hotel & Bistro to Caffe Bella Vita so I could draw while sipping hot lemon-ginger tea.




Later that evening we T'd over to Harvard Square for dinner. M. got a haircut at the old-school La Flamme barber shop, so I took the opportunity to sketch the patrons.



Saturday morning, we enjoyed breakfast at the hotel. I was going to get the newspaper but realized the older gentleman across the way was reading the headlines aloud to his companion, so we happily eavesdropped and were soon caught up with everything that was going on in the world.



After a jaunt through the North End, we hopped on the T to the Museum of Science and spent an hour and a half learning the pros and cons of fracking, why it's safe to be in a car during lightning, and all kinds of things about geckos. Oh, and we watched cotton-top tamarins running around. They move FAST.

The Salty Pig. Right across from the entrance to Back Bay Station in Boston (the Dartmouth Street side). Lunchtime Friday, between work meetings and the afternoon train to Stamford. Mushroom pizza with a farm egg. Thin crust, gooey deliciousness. Between sips of herbal tea, a few sketches.

If you're in the Westport, CT, area, please visit Love: In the Eye of the Beholder, the fall group members juried exhibition at the Westport Arts Center. My abstract ink-and-watercolor work "At First Sight" is in the show and available for purchase. The show runs through the first week of November. More information here.

And now, a late-summer journey through my sketchbook.

In August, M. and I were in Mystic for a family reunion. Fair weather generally means lawn games, such as the Ohio staple cornhole and an old favorite, croquet.



For my birthday, we were in Boston on a very muggy weekend. Sadly, this is all I could bring myself to draw in that sticky heat -- a dashed-off sketch of the Public Garden.



Yesterday, we were off in rural Pennsylvania, visiting a friend in her country house. Her cats -- apparently quite active by night -- dozed lazily all afternoon in the warmth of the woodstove.