Tuesday, November 17, 2015

What Was Behind Me

So there I was, in the middle of the pasture, on the edge of the woods.  It was quiet, warm in the sun despite the chill in the air.  What am I going to paint?  Should I just give up, go somewhere else, or find something here where I'm standing?  Why am I here?  So I placed my easel facing towards the sun to keep the light off the panel, and painted what was behind me.

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