73 F/ 23 C

Desert painting means
you must like dust and grit or
nothing's accomplished

~carliewired

Coffee was 6 AM followed by breakfast at 8. Finally, just before 10 I was off to the wash to meet Irene for plein air painting. 

Her neighbour, Dave, came along to keep us company. He sat himself down in the open with his watercolors. Irene hunkered down in a little gulley with her acrylics/oils and I sat in my folding chair with a sketch book. 

There was a bit of a breeze this morning to rattle our papers and kick up some dust when a jeep rolled past. The temperature was a comfortable 18 C when we started and the sun was blazing over the Gila Mountains.

I left for home first, wishing my companions a merry Christmas. Hopefully, we'll get out to paint again before the new year. 

I'm in for the day with hopes for some paint or some art experiment.