This week, I'll take a break from images of opulent SoCal beachfront homes and their beach access issues.
I have a little news to share with everyone. I've been invited to "apply" for membership at an art gallery here and display my work.
It's a several step process. The gallery has a yearly exhibition open to all to submit work for a juried selection process. The jury is a committee of current gallery members. One can submit three pieces in the usual categories of paintings, drawings, photography, small sculptures, jewelry.
If any or all of one's submission(s) are accepted, the work hangs in the gallery for a month, is eligible for sale during that time and at the end participates in a judging by a guest luminary in the arts community. There are (very) small monetary prizes for various categories of "winners."
I wasn't aware of the exhibition/contest at all, but was encouraged to enter by the gallery owner and several members who had seen some of my images. (That was an ego boost!). That happened a few days ago, four days prior to the deadline for submissions. I've been a bit busy getting frames made (rush), making prints and getting them to the gallery.
Irrespective of the outcome of the "contest" aspect of the exhibition, getting one's work "juried in" to the show for display qualifies to apply for full membership status after the exhibition is done. Members can display new work once a month. Membership requires working as a docent for two four-hour periods a month. Two docents man the gallery at a time, greeting the public, explaining artwork, collecting payment for sales, etc. Of course, I'm excited about the possibility of becoming a member and displaying my images, but the docent responsibilities are the most attractive to me.
My wife and I went over to the gallery this past Sunday afternoon to deliver my three pieces. (I'll show them here some time down the road). It was late in the afternoon on a beautiful, soft summer day. An Italian bistro was setting up tables outdoors in anticipation of the dinner crowd. We passed it on our way to the gallery, around the corner. I put the frames down and said to my wife, "Wait a sec." I had the images done by later in the evening.

Bistro, Dinner Tables
Rich