As it turns out, I was trespassing
when I painted this one. But no one was around, and even if they had been, it
probably would have been ok. And this view was worth it—one of those vistas
that make me laugh, they’re so beautiful. I was up in a high field, looking out
over fall forests stretching to the White Mountains in the distance, heavy
morning clouds scudding overhead, casting long, fast-moving shadows over
everything. I suppose the speed at which the high clouds moved should have
given me some warning, but down in the field all was calm and perfect. For a
few hours. Then, in what seemed an instant, gale-force winds (OK, probably just
25 mph) were whooshing through the grass, and I was using my body weight to
keep the easel steady while I hurried to finish the painting. A 12x24” board
can catch a lot of wind. I finally figured I was done, waited for a pause
between gusts, and hurried the painting to my car, praying the wind would hold
off until it was safely deposited in the trunk. It did. Whew.
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