Madame Sherri's Mansion

Today I picked my mother up from her work. She hopped in the car, "Do you want to go out and buy something?" "Why?" "Well, because it's pay day, and I could get you something," she says.
"Do you have your sketchbook?" I ask.
"No."
"Could you go in your office and find one? Because I have pencils, erasers and paints in my bag and it would be fun to go out sketching for a bit."
"No, but we could go up the street and I could buy one and then we could go out to Madame Sherri's Mansion. I've been wanting to drive out there and see it. It's this famous lady's house that burnt down but the stair well is still there. You have to hike a bit to get to it, but it use to be a mansion and if you're up for it, I would like to see it."
"Sounds good."
Moments later, sketchbook in hand, we were off driving to the Vermont New Hampshire border on the quest to find the prominent fashion designer from New York City/Madame of New Hampshire's mansion in the woods.

Evening Art

Spent the day walking with Orion on the first sunny day of the fall in New England. Came home after a nice dinner with a friend, celebrating her completion of graduate school, and felt so inspired to paint. I found a sketchbook, grabbed the paint brushes on the bottom of the closet--mine are in the back seat of the still half-unpacked car--and went to town with Florence and the Machine to motivate me along. I find the three week absence from watercolor I forget how they work slightly. It was nice to return to them. Then, I tackled finding my camera (in the trunk of the car), snagged my watercolors, (also in the trunk) and added some touch ups. I guess, this is how I feel about being back in New England. Throw your hands up and breath in. It's just magical. It is a going to a good chapter here. Throwing some roots down slowly, as I figure out how to plant myself the way I feel really speaks to me... and let the fall wrap me in the season of change.