Thursday, March 25, 2010
Fred sat beside me on a pile of Beaver dam material that has been dredged away from the culvert by a railway maintenance crew. The wind was brisk and cold, and I had to stop at a pencil sketch, taking photos as reference for the painting. If I'd painted the bluff, which would be blasted away in preparation for the 4-lane highway, I'd have had the wind at my back. But I was thinking Blandings Turtles, and insisted on a painting of the wetland.
Posted by Aleta Karstad at 2:46 PM