From the flat files
From a plein air paint out last fall.
The wind was howling, the temps were in
the low 30's but the sky was clear. At the end of the day
I was sitting in the cargo area of my jeep trying to get
warm and waiting for the rest of the crew to gather.
I kept looking at these pumpkins, or maybe they were looking
at me ... strange. They kept saying to me, hey you slacker why don't
you come out here and paint us. It's not that cold, naa, naaa, naaaa na
we dare you to try. I popped the hatch on the back of the jeep,
dropped down a piece of hot press, which I don't normally do. Started
with a one minute sketch and about 5 minutes of shivering and slapping
paint around. I couldn't really tell what I was doing because of the tears
in my eyes from the cold wind blowing. I think it's ok for what it is.