I didn’t go out to paint for long time.
I love to paint early morning. cooler than afternoon, in a location with fresh air, without much wind, and good lighting.
The grass is all dried, turned golden. I discovered recently I love smell of dried grass, a kind of sweet fragrance.
When we cycle to play tennis, we pass this cattle ranch, often many cows and caves graze on grass.
But when I went to paint none of them were there. This ranch is huge, other side of the road is same owner’s ranch, maybe they moved cows there.
At first I was disappointed without cows, but really enjoyed painting there with fresh air, birds singing.
When I finished, I felt silence infiltrating this painting, the feeling was just like after meditation.