No new fiction today. My week has been filled with realtors, township supervisors, paperwork and heartburn. I cannot write under the kind of stress I was under this week. However, drawing and painting always soothes my troubled soul, so I escaped to my subterranean lair and picked up my brushes.
This painting is inspired by a photograph of a baobab tree in Zimabwe, taken with long exposure just as the stars were coming out at night.