Despite all the negativity, sadness, and struggle I see in the world right now, there exists those moments when someone reminds me how beautiful this world is. Tonight, one of my neighbors pulled out his saxophone, and played for us all. It was magical.
Everyone sat out on their patios, glass of wine (or whatever) in hand, and just let the soothing sounds of jazz permeate through the neighborhood.
I had been painting a canvas backdrop in my garage (which is currently taped to the floor), and yes, I was covered in paint.
As the music started, I grabbed my camera and headed out to the street, barefoot, paint clothes... yeah, not my best look.