The creek is pretty narrow at this point and the grasses grow long and lush, almost covering it. I’ve been eyeing that distant elderberry bush, meaning to paint it. I set up my easel on the narrow bridge this afternoon. One false move, one sneeze and it would have been in the soup….
As best as I could, here’s a shot of my painting and the view:
And here’s the view:
Every once in a while I’d look down and see a large minnow (baby trout?) zipping by in the water. And dragon flies were chasing each other around. Mosquitoes continued to bite…..alas……
Margie Guyot Art 