Spring, full sun, noontime, 80 degrees. Good being alive. Drove out to meet friends to paint on a ranch. The fence gate was locked, and the sun was quickly climbing to mid-morning. I like to catch the light around nine. Standing around wondering what to do. I was all packed and ready, with no where to go. I got in my car determined to paint. It was eleven before I found a place to set-up. Felt good just to go for the painting. Mixing the paint and piling it on. Good for my soul.
PATHWAY INTO THE WOODS
©Jimmy Longacre 2015
11X14 oil on canvas panel
subjective realist landscape paintings