A cloudy, misty day, so we have taken shelter under some large Douglas-fir trees, with a nice cityscape peeking over the rich colors of the roses. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by all the shapes of buildings and the hundreds of roses. Fortunately, the oils are not too sensitive to moisture. As long as we don’t mix water in what the paint on our palettes, the paints will be fine.
The rose garden is full of visitors. Indecipherable foreign languages pass behind me. I talk to people from Mexico, New York City, and Seattle. A bridal party comes to be photographed. With all the tiers of roses, why are they starting in the parking lot?
The clouds keep moving. Distant mist becomes sprinkles in the garden. At one point, the city is obscured in heavy mist. Soon the mist arrives to dampen our paintings. We are almost too busy painting to take much notice.