Casting around for subject matter for a quick watercolor sketch in an odd 15-minute interval, I came across a red potato. My resident critic says it looks like a dog. No matter. The important thing is that I was in the moment.
A couple of days later the very same potato was peeled and cut up. Since it was already not your ordinary potato, a snapshot was called for.
And then a few hours after that, with the application of heat, the potato was looking like this, nestled next to the meatloaf in the baking dish.
I guess that's all you care to know about my potato.