When the rooster crowed this morning, my easel was still on the balcony from last night. The light had changed dramatically. Soft delicate morning light made the same view entirely different.
I knew the light would change quickly. Shower and coffee can wait. I painted in pajamas. By the time Jim woke, I had two small paintings in hand.
Arriving on Sunday, we had’t been able to stock the pantry. We left the paintings to dry and made haste for the co-op.
Plein air Tuscany
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