There is a spot along the Farmington River where the water flows toward me, and there is a distant island that emerges from the water with grasses of brilliant green. From this vantage point you get a peek between the trees, and my imagination is piqued. What is beyond this point? I hoped to paint a scene that reflected the wonder, peace, and beauty of this little oasis. It was painted in the morning light, but I want to go back and try it during The Golden Hour when the setting sun will be between the distant trees. However, I know I will have to battle the mosquitoes! Oh the joys of En Plein Air!
There is a spot along the Farmington River where the water flows toward me, and there is a distant island that emerges from the water with grasses of brilliant green. From this vantage point you get a peek between the trees, and my imagination is piqued. What is beyond this point? I hoped to paint a scene that reflected the wonder, peace, and beauty of this little oasis. It was painted in the morning light, but I want to go back and try it during The Golden Hour when the setting sun will be between the distant trees. However, I know I will have to battle the mosquitoes! Oh the joys of En Plein Air!