On Sundays we like to get breakfast, and I like to paint a watercolor wherever we eat. Today we went to the stellar Donut Bar, home to fancy donuts of all types. Though there are serious ergonomic issues with the layout of the place, I have decided to believe it adds to the charm. These are extremely good donuts, truly. They are inventive and made from scratch with perfectly balanced flavors and I advise them if you are visiting our fine city.
We took the donuts today to the rowdy port, where Japanese tourists wandered under their umbrellas, bicycle rickshaw drivers griped about medical paperwork, and vagrants yelled about everything on their minds. It was a lovely morning, sunny and warm with moisture in the air giving everyone a lesson in atmospheric perspective as the skyscrapers stepped off into the distance.
Here is my donut- something called a Strawberry Split, a giant sugared soft cake donut split in half, filled with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. See what I mean? It’s not even the best one they sell.
And here’s the in-progress shot of the painting:
