Blame it on the moon. That’s what I said when I arrived to work later than planned this morning. When I saw the full moon behind the mist over frosty barrens, I had to pull over and take about five dozen pictures of the exact same view.
This evening, I attended a Paint and Sip at the Women’s Health Resource Library in town where the topic of the evening was landscapes.
I decided to recreate my morning photo in acrylic. I dabbed on the mist, but decided that it didn’t work (cause I didn’t really know what I was doing), so I painted over it again. It was fun and quite the learning experience for only my second time free painting.
There’s something soothing about the feel of that paint brush floating across the canvas and watching a picture come together.