I looked at my pictures after I got home and saw much pinker hills in my photos than I remember in person. The pinker/bluer hills definitely sit back a whole lot better than the yellow ones I left with. I also had the darks too dark back there. If only I’d remember these little lessons right when they’re needed!
When I’m painting at home, I’ve discovered I seem to get out of my head a bit better when listening to a book on my old ‘n’ trusty, dirty and dusty, little MP3 player. I call her “Poopsie,” but I can’t tell you when or why she got that name. She’s probably near 10 years old now and has traveled 100s of miles with me on exercise walks.