One of the joys of painting en plein air is to wander aimlessly until something catches my eye, and I stop to paint it. On Galeano Island, I stumbled across this truck embalmed in moss and sheltered by spires of alder and doug fir.
One of the joys of painting en plein air is to wander aimlessly until something catches my eye, and I stop to paint it. On Galeano Island, I stumbled across this truck embalmed in moss and sheltered by spires of alder and doug fir.