Getting primped for Halloween. The house is awash with demons, vampires, ghouls and one lone coyote.

Another Henry moment. My front porch (concrete thank goodness) is a regular palimpsest of milk stains! Oh well, no use crying...

This is another quick portrait of one of my son's classmates. His class was studying the U.S. Westward Expansion and I volunteered to come in and give a short talk on the western artists, and then pretend to be painter George Catlin visiting a native American tribe. They drew lots for one girl and one boy to be my subjects. I painted each portrait in about 30 minutes, with a gaggle of interested "tribespeople" at my elbow, noses and fingers in my palette. It was surprisingly fun!

A typical moment in our household; didn't watch my autistic son Henry like a hawk for about 2 minutes and he dumped the Anniversary roses all over the kitchen table.

Here is a work in progress from my just completed Artist's Residency. I was out in Newtown Square surrounded by horse farms. I've never been horse-crazy, but I found myself coming to appreciate the grace and beauty of these animals. They all seemed to have such strong and distinct personalities too. I took to bringing the next-door horses a few apples each day, and they responded just like my cat does, following me around and fixing me with the unblinking stare which means "More please".