Here’s an old barn at the Horton Iris Farm. I went out there on Saturday to do a little painting for a few hours. I took along my little Field Watercolor Tablet, my paints and a few brushes and sat down in the shade while I spread some paint around. Painting has become my meditation as I can only concentrate on the subject and the light and colors. Everything else goes away. Kind of like a mini vacation.
By the way, that’s a 1941 Chevy flat bed rusting away.