Welcome to the Deep South, where our architecture is confident and casual enough to dress in bright colors.You already know I have a thing for crepe myrtles, so this mix of natural and man-made delicacies in downtown Pensacola was simply irresistible. I don't really like doing paintings of architecture. I'm tempted to straighten out some of her curves. But decided she should look a little worn and wacky after all these years in this heat. Did you know Pensacola is 450 years old? It's the "oldest European settlement in mainland America". I know- what about St. Augustine? I'm sure ~our~ settlers would have "continuously occupied" too, if not for the hurricanes. Probably they didn't have the Weather Channel.
I had to zoom in on this detail to see if my brushes inserted a dog in there. I think it is~ a lady walking her dog.
Nostalgia warning! This talk of graceful architecture, transports me back to N. Carolina, where moving day meant closing the door on my modern-built Victorian style home, after selecting it's every detail. Back then "painting outside" meant - this porch... the front door, the swing, the posts, me standing on that railing to reach the gingerbread trim.
This sleepy winter shot was taken before I dressed her up. I didn't say that using architecture as a canvas wasn't fun. I painted a design for the half-round, and the fish scale shingles in the eaves were rows of subtle blue and green variations. She got so much prettier with make-up on.