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.

A few sketches of things growing, and finished growing, in the summer garden.

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.