I've had to go to Juneau more times than usual this past year; it seems I always have 2 or 3 appointments of one kind of another every month. I was planning to go on the ferry last Monday but a bad storm kept the ferry from landing here so I flew in on Tuesday morning. Whenever I fly in winter, I'm somewhat amazed that I've survived the trip. Often my head will hit the top of the small plane in turbulence and visibility isn't always optimal. It is always beautiful though, especially when we fly through a valley over the Chilkats between Icy Strait and Lynn Canal. Here's a photo looking more or less southeast.
It always takes me a day or two to recover from Juneau..... the shopping and walking on concrete wears me out. I had started a gouache painting before the trip and have worked on it some more since coming home but too much other stuff going on, so no new paintings to show. I have a few sketches that may or may not get to my other blog this week.