I've been wanting to try painting some boxcars for the longest time. Yesterday I was looking for S. Danebo and went the wrong way. Discovered that Garfield is a goldmine of industrial paintings! Unfortunately most of the trains are in areas that have no trespassing signs so I settled for this one which is at the end of Cross St. Not really what I was thinking of but it was a really nice place to paint.
On the way home I discovered a scene that was almost exactly what I'd been thinking of. Did a sketch, went home for a quick break and another panel (Dummy--always have extras on hand). So I got started and it started raining. Not too bad but enough that I had to get out the umbrella. Got started again and the wind began to blow--really blow. Blew my umbrella off. It was blowing toward me fortunately, because twice it blew my easel into me. I hate to be a sissy so I kept going but it was ridiculous. The brim of my hat blowing down over my face, small rocks flying around. Gritty paint. Yuck! I gave up, sadly, but hope to get back one day soon.
This is really, really nice. You've captured the blustery day so well. Beautiful.
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