Yesterday morning I went out before the clouds arrived, but the sun didn't last long, and I painted quickly. This is the view north from the upper meadow. The mountains are the Dome on the left and Pine Cobble on the right with a partial view of Prospect on the far right. Though at first glance this view and the painting seem to be tame, to me it's full of tugging and pushing, like water just barely hiding a lot of rocks underneath, or a placid face only hinting the working mind. The painting is an 11x14 oil on panel.