View from my Studio
By Barbara Waterman-Peters
Each day provides an opportunity to observe the surroundings inside and outside my studio. The view from my window reveals traffic and other activities, horns honking, people chatting and an occasional dog barking. Whistles, each pattern of blasts individual to its engineer, accompany the roar of passing trains. The light changes with the passing hours: this time of year it is too quickly gone. Signs and streetlights come on and the view from my window dims. I put away my paints and brushes and lock up, always a little sad to leave.