June afternoon, close to my parents’ house.
We camped next to the creek, in the shade of one of the willows that grew alongside, not far from the old dirt road. The kids barely waited to lay the picnic blanket down to run and climb the nearby grassy mound.
From up there, the view was spectacular. The perspective stretched from the wildflower bushes and briers laying on our feet to the nearby plateau framed by the side hills and then all the way back to the distant mountains fading in the horizon.
I didn’t have the sketching gear with me back then, but I took some photos and promised myself I will make a painting from that vista one day. It wasn’t until November that I had the time and drive to finally try my hand on it with watercolors.