A string of pearls and the niceties of autumn

In response to Gracia's recent post, when not at the drawing board or painting the front of the house, I am enjoying the niceties of autumn. From pink sedum top to mock orange bottom, this is a string of visual instagram highlights from recent autumn days (by way of the studio, naturally. It seems I can't separate myself from my work for even one post):


(Cobweb blowing on a Sunday. (Royal Botanic Gardens))


(One of us appears to have been hitting the books hard. Percy, your thoughts on Through the Woods by H.E. Bates?)


(Honey joys and paper planes! (Thank-you for the lovely Sunday interlude, Catherine & Robert. X))


(Thursday's still life. (Little King))


(Drawing made from sound. Sound made from drawing. (Slave Pianos, at Melbourne Now with Jurate))


(Dear Percy preparing to fly, or posing whilst waiting, you decide. (A late summer blow in))


(Oh you Great big Auk!)


(Earlier today, a frangipani in bloom in someone else's front garden.)


(Forty-two birds, the last three of the edition, all coloured, scored, and folded.)


(The elusive Olive and the pulled-up bed.)


(Mock orange (Philadelphus) perfumed riot in our front garden.)

Until the 15th of March. Be quick!