Plaza reflection.

Now I know why I paint upside down images. They are reflections on something or maybe myself.

Ducks after the rain.

Trump is building a Fort.

The doorman nodded and smiled at me, then addressed the dog in a hello. He looked a little embarrassed when he suddenly realized what he did. But my dog returned the nod. She expected it. She is finally one of those dogs.
Now I can write of the doorman and other people who touch her. Maybe of how she imagines for that second, life with them.