Phantom Bluff 12x16 oil
Monet painted his haystacks over and over again, and I keep going back down to the boathouse to paint Phantom Bluff because I want more practice at painting from life, but I seem to end up with nearly the same painting each time. I think it must be a lack of vision on my part, because I see the same thing, or maybe it is that I am painting what I believe to be there rather than what I see, so my left brain keeps interfering.... I should probably change my palette and force myself to paint it in different colors, rather than trying for what I see objectively. Maybe next time?
Early morning is definitely the best time to get out on the lake to paddle; there were no boats this morning, smooth water, and we saw a bald eagle, several osprey, a great blue heron and an otter. Where else in the world is it possible to feel like one lives in a wilderness while being in the middle of a large metropolitan area? I marvel at the beauty of it all.
And finally one more from France: