Painting for me is still a matter of chance and luck. Both are more or less on my side this time, and I like this one a lot. (BTW, that is the Administration Building, in case no one could recognize.)
I chatted with a mother and son of South Asian origin when I did my practice just downstairs from home. The mother was a visual art teacher back home. We talked a bit and I told her where to buy the water brushes and they gave me the rose. What a lovely day. Hope to see them around. (P.S. That blue thing is for ventilation of the MTR station, I think.)