As I promised yesterday in my blog, pictured here is the second painting from the same location as the barn.  It always seems to me that one of the hardest moments when painting on site is the interval of time when you cease working on the canvas and begin the process of clean-up and packing.  No matter how compact my equipment is, and no matter how few brushes I used during the painting process I can't seem to pack my gear fast enough before I realize certain human needs have been brushed aside.  Feelings of extreme cold, numb fingers, wet feet, growling stomach not to say fatigue.  It's the time when you suddenly realize that your focus on the newly finished painting has occupied all your thinking.  At times I want to just blink and be back at my studio.  The last thing I care to do is start another canvas.

But as you are loading your bag you look up and, "Viola", there another visual image calls to you.   Sometimes I am able to stuff that impulse and keep on packing.  At other times my mind pleads with me..."just this one time more,  You know this light affect may not come again....etc".

So out come the brushes.  Squirts of fresh paint recharge the palette, and off to the races for another time round the track.

Such was the case here.  I wiped off my brushes and took a firm grip of my palette, spoke to the Father, and looked towards the sun.