The weather here in Maine had been the worst December I could remember. We had snow, cold, freezing rain (soo much, the poor trees), ice, more snow and then the deep freeze. I felt as if I was in a black hole.
Well, it was time to climb out and what better way than to go out painting with a great group. The weather prediction was a little iffy, maybe some snow, maybe some rain, maybe something else. We believed we could do it so I met up with Michael and Kay at Ellsworth and off we went to Schoodic Peninsula, part of Acadia National Park. Ellsworth had just the lightest of mist but it brightened as we drove along and the sun started to show through the clouds. The waves were deep with lots of spray and the muted light made all the colors brighter and intense. The ocean was a beautiful green, so different than in summer.
We threw on our winter clothes and boots. I was so excited I couldn’t stand still–so happy to be out painting. As I put the brush to my canvas I felt a spattering of rain. Surely this will clear up quickly, I thought, it’s too nice for the day to be ruined. But it didn’t.
I just put up the hood on my raincoat and kept at it. So did the rain. Every once in awhile I held my palette upside down and let the rain drip off. It was fantastic–I was still dancing away. Nobody wanted to quit. We put in about two hours before we finally gave up, packed up our supplies and headed off for some lunch.
This is my painting from the day which I titled
“Winter Rain, Schoodic”.