The arctic shift

I have been watercolor painting but less consistently than in years past. Getting married has given pause to a lot I used to do.

It was already chilly when I hopped out of the car halfway between Milton Freewater and Walla Walla and began to paint. The wind picked up and blew away that storm you can see hovering over the snow capped mountains in the background. That wind carried some frigid hate from the north lands and quickly eradicated any desire I had to fuss with details.

I have begun to add my paintings right into my sketchbook rather than using watercolor tablets. It keeps everything in one, simple place.