From the top of Sheep Hill, I walked down the path a bit, turned around, and painted this view, a 10x10 oil on panel. There was a lot of air at my back where the hill keeps descending steeply. I was behind a low embankment, and not visible from the top, from where I could hear voices above me, but the people never came down. It was a bit eerie.
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