It’s nice to be home in Alexander Valley. The smell of the dry summer grass is intoxicating. I could hike in the hills all day and never tire. My time here is limited though. The clock winds down. Now I’m trying to paint as much as I can before returning to Hong Kong. I’ll be gone soon and once more home will just be a distant memory. How many paintings can I do before returning to the humid jungle? It’s a race now. I must try to hold on to the smell of dry harvest winds a little longer.