I know that a warm day in November is Not Right. But I took advantage of it anyway and parked myself at the edge of the choppy Hudson, in a spot without too much duck poop. The wind was really gusting, and the clouds didn’t know quite what they wanted to do. Down on the ground, the trees on Croton Point changed drastically every few seconds, as the sun passed from cloud to cloud. I love the wind on this river.
If you're interested in this painting, just send me an email. Alternatively, it will soon be for sale at Sunshine and Clover, in Croton.