Paint is good, some orange and the head of a fish.
smoothing it around, it's the only thing.
Sometimes I need to wipe the words away and go here, just to move the brush around and watch things come.
In other news to hand, the ocean races are in full swing. The latest one was here:
I thought the outlook suited my mood. I swam quite nicely, like a whiting rather than a snapper. It was so rainy I did not get to see the baby sharks which live there.
I did not swim so well. Miss Jane beat me. This I do not like very much: I saw her go past.
I was a happy fish nonetheless. I was fast enough, just not fast as usual.
I hope she doesn't tell anyone that I have stolen these photos and not acknowledged them, because I will then be forced to bite her bottom next time she sidles past me in the ocean, and this she may not like. We know who took them, but I don't want anyone from over there coming to this private domain of mine courtesy of Google. Oh, the horror. Imagine!