calebism

I wanted to do a painting of a Roser Park cityscape, so I biked down into the gulch Saturday morning. It wasn’t early, but there was no one in the park or on the street, not even a dog walker. Probably something to do with the gaspingly high humidity. Anyway, I managed to get some shots without much sweat. I have mastered the art of chewing each bite of air 40 times before inhaling, which makes breathing possible in this climate. Huzzah!

If you’d like to see the other 99 photos of Roser Park, go to the Flickr set.