|Henry's pasture | Flanegan | sold|
Once I found a spot, set up and sat down to paint (I don't have an easel yet), I had wished the fencing was not in my sight line. Then I saw the light in the raindrops, the deer grazing nearby and the birds flushed out by my dog, Tru - which I would never have experienced had my only reference been a photograph of the pasture. Love getting out of the studio.
Near freezing temps are forecast for this evening. I miss my Ohio.