I had the itch to get out and paint yesterday afternoon. But where? I had to let Shooks Road rest for a little while and mosey on a bit east of there to another favorite seasonal road. I believe it was Toad Lake Road (or possibly Bennett Hill Road?) and boy — it’s not something for a touchy little, low-clearance sportscar! My Ranger handled it like a champ, bouncing over rocks and washouts. Around a big turn at the bottom of the hill I spied this little two-track and just had to paint it! While I painted, a big truck passed by 4 or 5 times. When I’d finished and was packing up, the driver (a woman) stopped and complimented me on the painting. An hour earlier it looked pretty horrid, but they generally do until about the last 15, 20 minutes when it all magically comes together. Turns out she owns the land and gave me permission to drive down the lane, where I came to a small bridge with a beautiful trout stream and a dead deer. Crows scolded something off in the distance as I left. Ah, August in the “outback”!
My setup:
Margie Guyot Art 