On Sunday we got started a little later in the day. Once again there were thunderstorms in the area. I knew I wanted to paint at the marsh.
I set up at edge (as far away from the poison ivy as possible) and close to the parking lot (well, there's lots to carry and the real possibility of a speedy exit being a necessity). I had decided to use a palette knife; partly for speed and partly to catch the rough gnarly feel of the marsh. the bull frogs were croaking and I painted.
I met lots of great folks who stopped to chat. At times the sun poked thru. It was a great day.