My Plein air weekend continued:
I found a back country road outside of town that turned into a dirt road. It was as quiet as could be. I could hear the grasshoppers munching the dry corn. Iowa was in a terrible drought .
I pulled over and set up. I left myself a little room to back up and evaluate the progress.
Since there was no shade to paint in I used my umbrella to shade the painting. I wish I had one big enough to shade my whole body. Notice that I have not learned my lesson about laying out brushes on my car.
The canvas was pre-toned in an olive gray green. Perfect choice for painting an Iowa corn field.
An old pickup truck slowed down as it passed by me. I got the funniest look from the passenger. I don't think they could figure out what I was doing. I'd paint a stroke and back up a few steps to the car then step forward. Back and forth, back and forth. They must have thought I was disoriented and suffering from heat stroke. I am sure I looked too strange in my floppy hat and sunburned knees to stop and ask if I needed help.
Not a bad morning's work.
Stepping back one too many times. I guess I got too close and swiped the car with paint.
People who watch me plein air painting should take warning.