Soda Springs

On this bridge, I painted with Lee and Kay, two of my great painter peeps. There was a big, huge heap of horse hockey right behind us, lending an authentic rustic air to our proceedings, together with the wonderful sounds of the springs, and of course our own witty repartee. Another artist did a painting of us painting on the bridge, complete with the hockey; I'll see if I can get a picture of that to share with you.
Anyway, we painted our hearts out until an enormous cloud rolled over our sun, completely changing all the color-value relationships in our landscape. We faked it for awhile, then we went in for supper.