Marching in…

Here, in my small Maine town, I sit shivering and wondering where the warm weather went that was all but promised to us. I look at the brighter sun of longer days and how it bounces off the cold crusted snow. Soon, the dirty pine needles and broken branches from fall will be exposed. Then, in a few weeks the blood thirsty black flies hatch. That allows for 1 small window of plein air painting. My sights are set on several wooded locations, and I have alluring ideas of how to recreate them. With an eye looking over my shoulder for sneaky coyotes and hungry bear, I should come out of this spell with prized paintings.

BTW, I am painting with Graham oil paints alongside acrylic and watercolor- a challenge and I love it. #maineartist