Fleeting Moment

The shapes of clouds, the light from a setting sun, and the shadows cast across the fields were distinct and dramatic the other evening. But the light changes quickly. Fortunately I had loosely drawn the shapes that caught my eye, then relying partly on my memory, painted quickly what had been there only seconds before.

Side view

Next door we have hay bales and a clear view of this odd structure now that much of the hedgerow has been cut down. Just as I was starting to paint this my cat Harrley jumped into my lap and insisted on staying. Fortunately he didn’t paw at the paper.