My kind of paintings

Take a look at these paintings. I can't come up with enough words of praise for the amazing paintings, nor do I have any words to describe the painter, apart from "genius".

Paintings like this I can marvel at and relate to. This is the sort of artistic genius that I deeply envy because what wouldn't I give to be able to paint like that! What I don't understand and can't appreciate is Picasso-style stuff, or the arty-farty "here's a red spot in the middle of a white canvas and for this display of amazing artistry I'm going to charge you just £50,000" type of painting.

I do like Salvador Dali, though. Not that I "understand" his paintings, but at least they're amusing.

She who sprints

is now two years and 10 days old. I'd call my niece a toddler, except she doesn't toddle anywhere and hasn't done so since shortly after she began walking. What that kid does, is run. She runs everywhere that she's allowed to, she doesn't hold anybody's hand when she doesn't have to, and her stroller(s) are probably put away for good since she will only be seated in one under extreme duress and after much planking (what babies do when they don't want to be bent into a sitting posture).

I would post a photo of her looking angelic in her mint-green birthday dress... but I won't, because I can't. Suffice it to say that she's more a little devil who just happens to look angelic. It's not easy, but Sanaa manages it without breaking a sweat - unlike the hapless adults who run about after her...