|Swaying Sea and Rocks, 9 x 12 oil|
The most blustery day so far at the coast. I am bundled up in layers of sweaters and a windbreaker, with the hood tied down to hold my hat. Definitely no umbrella. Dotted among the rocks are other painters, equally bundled, so I can't recognize who they are.
Yachats is famous for its rocks and crashing waves. I am well back from the spray, but still it feels as though one of these piles is going to come down on my head. The gulls are flying hard to hold station in the wind. I feel as though I am too. Even the trees try to escape the wind.