My class is meeting me at Vista House on Crown Point. The forecast is for a shower, then clearing to just cloudy. As I drive up to the point, it is raining. We decide to paint there anyway. The scene is full of lovely atmosphere, and the clouds are constantly changing. I set up my show tent and we are covered and comfy while we paint in the rain. The only thing that would make this better would be no puddling in the dips of the tent. I push the water out, only to have it pour straight down on my hat.
Clouds drift up the valley, sending tendrils down along the gulleys. Landmarks come and go in the mist. It’s an exercise in freezing shapes on the canvas. Just like “don’t chase the light,” the mantra becomes, “Don’t chase the clouds.”
The tent is a success, and we have a grand time painting the WEATHER. (The curious corrugated effect in the center of this picture is from my panel carrying box. I think I’ll leave it. It kind of looks like rain.)