Early morning before the crowds . Everything is closed and the tourists are all still having coffee.

Back in Sayulita painting with friends up at Chuck and Teak's home on the hill.

a sweetened version of our bay in Sayulita.

In Oaxaca, at the beach with Laura and Rico. Windy and wild. Painting from the balcony of our hotel.

It took me a year to get permission to enter Punta Sayulita to paint. They drove me in a golf cart and then abandoned me. When I was ready to leave I had to walk out.. BUT! on the way, some nice workers let me ride in the back of their truck.

This Egret comes every day ,strutting up and down the beach, fishing. Framed behind glass with white mat and whitewashed molding.

The emergence of a breadfruit in the tree next to our house.

Watching the bananas develop is an amazing sight.

Back in Sayulita, I drive my paints up to the top of a steep cobbled hill, and set up my easel.

This started out as a study on fan Palms. Joe and Rita's trailer was there so I put it in, but that was awful, so I decided to remove it and put in the ocean, and of course the vendors.