Today I decided to reprise a scene from Winton Woods. The last time I painted this creek with a shale exposure, there was ice on the creek and icicles on the cliff. Now the scene is draped in green. As I worked, a small butterfly (a Hackberry Butterfly, I think) landed on the post of my easel, and sat with me for over an hour while I worked. I guess he was tasting the salt left by sweaty hands.
August 6, Winton Woods