Painting No. 1-E-12
oil on canvas
(plein air)
Went to the lake last night. Cold, windy, cloudy, aspen trees swaying back and forth making lots of racket. This area is well known for having lots of bears, every 2 seconds I stop and look behind me. Didn't see a single soul, which doesn't bother me, I enjoy the wildness of painting alone in the mountains.
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