Had a few sunny days lately so I dug out my old painting gear and wandered off to the old orchard alongside the cemetery run. Took the dogs, of course, which was a bit of a nightmare 'cos they get bored easily (bet Van Gogh never had that problem). It's great up there when the late afternoon sunlight catches the moss-covered branches and the spindly smaller branches that light up almost white against the dark green of the pines behind. Absolute nightmare to paint, not only because it's all so complicated, but also because that dramatic evening light only lasts a short time. Took about five evening sessions and it's still not right, but it'll have to do.
A Winters's Harvest
1 week ago