Rocky Mountain National Park
Today was a painting day.
It was about an hour and a half drive there and 2 hours back due to traffic. But it was spectacular!
My bus went to Morraine Lake, the other went to Beaver Creek.
There were only two other water color painters there. the air was so dry that what I thought was a generous puddle of wet paint became almost instantly dry within seconds—.
I do not have an easel; and I decided to take only a few brushes instead of a large handful as I did not know how much walking I would have to do—and how much I wanted to carry.
I found a fallen tree that provided an easel and a place to securley place my cup of water.
I found some evidence of what looked like campfires with some charcoal.
That piece of charcoal just fit into the palm of my right hand. It was a bit awkward to draw with it.
Of course the scenery was so spectacular, it was hard to select just one spot or view.
Wind gusts knocked over several easels. Oil and pastel painters weighted down their easels with their backpacks but some still fell.
I tried to paint a view of the mountain through the trees, then worked on drawing just the trees with first pen and then using the local charcoal. I was feeling very frustrated with the end result of my paintings and then realized I had been drawaing with pen for twenty plus years and should not expect my skills in water color to be immediately acceptable.
I had given it a good try and then just walked down a dirt road to take photos from a different angle for future reference. I sat down on the side of the road—no fire ants here and just enjoyed the view.
When I got up I realized there were some tiny flowers–not more than two or three inches tall near me.