Shark's Fin Cove

The fog began to lift as we sorted ourselves out along the cliff overlooking the remote beach and wild rocks. We were there to learn how to paint the striations and rough stained surfaces, not to mention master the varied tones of that gorgeous water and the ever changing sky. A bit of a challenge. I was sitting right there in that square of dirt. And now, looking at this photo, I see where I went wrong in the proportions of the rocks, in the perception of lights and darks. It was fun out there, such a pretty place north of town. At noon the wind began to blow seriously, but it was time to leave anyway, a couple of drawings richer, and the sense of having crawled over all of those surfaces, looking, feeling, noticing, measuring. Loving it all.