A quiet, cloudy morning to start painting, with violet-blue cloud cover and a blush on the water.
A large flock of geese has been grazing on the park lawn, and congregating along the river. They gather by a small car... is someone feeding them? Or are they merely hopeful beggars? Another car comes and they scatter, flying over my painting spot to land in a pattern of v’s on the water.
An ambulance leaves the park, siren running. I hadn’t even noticed its arrival. Funny (and scarey) how much concentration goes into painting.
The clouds burn off just before noon. I have to work from remembered shadow patterns to finish the trees. Fortunately, I was concentrating on noticing pattern and color (rather than ambulances.)
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