It was mostly a day of errands. Buzzing down to Traverse City (a.k.a. “the Paris of the North”), so this painting doesn’t look much different from yesterday. Added some of the green scarf on the lower left and that was about it. There’s talk of rain coming, so I spent another two hours of picking more raspberries and blueberries, followed by a rather burned pizza while trying to parse out the English accents in the “Little Dorrit” DVD. Ach — I felt like a dog, trying to figure out what was going on by watching the actions and emotions. At least when I’m painting I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.