This month I found a secret spot.
It’s just a side of the road in one of the East Bay parks. But boy is the view nice!
That eastern span of the Bay Bridge is my favorite bridge. I was in town when they opened it, so it’s my bridge.
The best thing about this spot is that there is hardly anyone there. I had one dog walker and one narc come by in three hours of painting. That’s my kind of park. So much solitude, I even meditated.
The only other visitor was a large male turkey. He eyeballed me, then gave a few territorial gobbles on the top of the hill. Luckily, he didn’t attack. Apparently I wasn’t worth going to turkey prison over.
Here’s a few watercolor pencil sketches from the top.
Look west, and the Bay’s an urban metropolis. Look east, and there are just blank hills with cows on them. The Bay is a weird place.
And if you get a chance to be here, be weird!
Happy Four Twenty!
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