We have had a glorious string of days here in southern Vermont. Trees and shrubs seem to be rushing to unfurl their foliage and develop new growth. In fact, it is hard to keep up with all that is going on in the natural world.
Tuesday morning I managed to squeeze in this plein air painting. As I assembled my stuff to go home after painting I swear the grass was greener than it was when I arrived.
It was deceptively blustery while I was painting with the wind coming from numerous directions. Regardless, I learn something every time I paint. I have been resisting the urge to cover the whole paper with pigment. The white of the paper which can be found in the distant grass and the lower sky are some of the dry brush affects which I left as they were.
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