The still life I’d been working on was driving me nuts. To the point of where I began weeding a flower bed. The day was sunny, but chilly. I really wanted to paint but just couldn’t face that still life, so I did the next best thing: called my friend Cal to go painting. At first we agreed that yes, it would be great to get out and paint — as long as we weren’t standing in the fierce wind down at the lake. We met at one of the parks nearby and walked through the woods, lugging our heavy painting gear along. Of course we ended up down at the lakeshore!
One of the difficulties in painting in a stiff wind is that it’s next to impossible (for me) to paint a straight horizon line.
I think we were both wind-whipped and half-frozen by the time we finished our paintings. Still, it was quite a refreshing afternoon. We both needed airing-out.