Field work - painting along the River after the rain.
A drippy day on the front side of the Santa Ynez Mountains did not dampen our hope of finding something beautiful to look at on the other side. We have been ‘revisiting’ many of the places we painted before the blessed rain changed the landscape of the River into something alive and breathing again.
Where did all those polliwogs come from? The few isolated, silt and ash filled puddles of last summer? The once black hillsides have a wash of green, orange, violet, yellow and blue.
The River’s flow has slowed, but still moving along. Libby and I stopped along the Paradise Campground river side and noted the high water mark of debris caught in the trees and brush, the chunks of burned wood that had washed down from the Rey fire along the bank, a couple of Mallard ducks and a lone frog bellowing up the canyon someplace.
We find our spots and set up to paint – so intent that you almost forget to look up, or behind you and see something altogether spectacular.
The pleasure of simply being out there, in the field working, is truly it’s own reward and a great way to celebrate Earth Day.