|8" x 10" Oil on Panel|
It was such a nice day last Wednesday when I visited the marshes by the lake. Scouting out places to paint, I walked down a road that had a view through tamarisks and cottonwoods of the mountains at the south end of the valley. Walking down the road I thought of how not only the warm, sunny weather felt nice, but the simple activity of walking down a dirt road in the country felt so good!
The songs of western chorus frogs and meadowlarks sounded across the marsh as I set up and began to paint. Occasionally, a mallard duck or two would land in or take off from a small canal that ran beside the road. Not far away, a couple sandhill cranes trumpeted from time to time. As the day moved from afternoon into early evening, several red-wing blackbirds came into the area, singing their tumbling, raspy trill in competition with one another.
On a day like this, who on Earth would want to work in a studio?