The sky was very moody when I began and then cleared up by the time I'd finished. Oh those Alberta skies, where storms pass over the horizon without lingering! Water tumbling over rocks is still very difficult for me to paint well, but I am determined to keep at it and improve.
Next day I tried again:
|the completed painting|
I like that second one better, though I still have in my mind's eye an image of landscape painting that I rarely come close to, ha. Well, I would set the bar very high and then work towards it.
I am nearing 100 plein air paintings. When I began doing this I did not intend it to become such a regular part of my practice. Isn't it funny how things go?