Finally – a sunny day! I really had an itch to go out painting but had to stick around for some tree-trimmers who “may or may not” show up at who-knows-what-time. I traipsed around the property, looking for an interesting view. Once again I settled on this view of my swamp path. Without that pileup of old boards, it’d be impossible to get out to the little creek. I was about halfway through with the painting when the tree guys showed up, so I put down my brush and supervised. They were great — toppling 5 dead ash trees that threatened to fall onto my house and “Swamp House”.
After all the commotion died down and the scary guys left, dear Picasso came out to supervise me.
By then the clouds had rolled back in so I kind of had to fudge things.