Saturday plein air. Old Wigley Road. This one lane road snakes back off Hwy 92 not to far from the first house I bought in 1986 for 45 Gs —probably not worth much more than that now. I was out in the middle of the woods painting this and a young girl snuck up behind me "Oh my mom paints" —next thing I know, mom is checking me out and has to have me back to her house for a look see at her work. So we trudged though the woods to her house. Gal's got like thirty paintings plastered all over the ground floor of her center hall. Well, some of it interesting. She sure was nice, and you know I'm a sucker for talking art. An hour later I finished up and loaded the Z— got back for cocktails with my new drinking buddy Louise.
It's been a very nice Fall and somewhat unexpected. The color here has been strong and long. I might just get one more weekend before it's all gone.
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