We went to the downtown Santa Cruz Farmer’s Market this afternoon. I set up my camper stool and “went for it” right in front of these mounds of heirloom tomatoes, showing off in the late afternoon sun. And yep, I could smell the basil too – pretty intoxicating. Everyone was pretty cool with me sitting there, right in the middle of it all, painting. I did my thing, and they were doing theirs. There were a few children who were interested in what I was doing, but for the most part I was happily ignored. Of course it WAS downtown Santa Cruz, infamous for doing your own thing. This afternoon it worked for me.