Every painting tells a story and I’m going to tell you the behind the scenes story to this one. I headed out on a morning painting adventure yesterday, determined to find a little trail I had heard about. It was somewhat hidden, but I propped my bike up against a tree and followed a narrow path out to a lovely creek at low, low tide.
I scouted around for a minute and decided to rock hop over to the perfect painting ledge. The sun was beating down and the rocks looked dry, but as I stepped from one rock to another my feet slipped out from under me and I threw my water bottle 50 feet behind me and found myself on the ground with my paint bag, nestled between 2 rocks and some seaweed. Ouch! I brushed my scrapes off, retrieved my water bottle and my pride and set up a few rocks closer to shore. The autumn shoreline across from me was calling … so many gorgeous colors popping in the morning light.
When I was finished painting and roasting in the sun, I wrapped up my supplies and walked the path back to my bike and hopped on. As I pedaled a dirt road, I felt my painting shift in my bag … when I got home I found that the painting had flipped and 1/4 of it had been rubbing against my back the whole ride home. What a mess. 🙂 I almost scrapped the whole thing, but in the end, I couldn’t resist finishing the colorful autumn shore. 🙂