Despite frigid winds, the quality of light today was too beautiful not to spend some time painting outside. I struggled to hold onto my sketchbook and palette through the wind while painting the walking bridge over the river. But I’m glad I got a snapshot of the beautiful day.
One of the qualities I love most about the area I live is the common juxtaposition of retired industry with nature. Scenes like this, where an old rail bridge (turned walking bridge) obscures a view of distant tree-filled ridges, inevitably draw my attention.
Medium: watercolor gouache
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