Since it is such a cold, ugly grey day here in Milwaukee, I thought I would take myself back to the warmth of summer. August 20 was the day of my first official organized plein air experience. It was hot and I was comfortable on a very small foot bridge overlooking a lovely scene. I saw my first woodchuck swimming in this shallow stream, and it was all so peaceful and beautiful. But at some point I got that uh-oh feeling. What to do with all this GREEN? In the nick of time, my friend and I turned in our two pieces, called it a day, and chalked it all up to experience. I felt like I wanted to tackle the painting again today. It's better than it was on August 20, but not something I want to tackle again.
