Today was not my day.
When I got to the location I had chosen to paint, I began setting up my easel, and found I had left my paints at home. I remembered Richard Schmid forgetting his brushes one day, and using palette knives to complete his day's work, but I saw no way around my dilemma. I suppose I could have tried grinding the dirt at my feet in linseed oil, but I knew that wouldn't get me far. I packed up, and headed back for my paints.
Before I reached the edge of the field, I received a phone call which I had to take. That ate up a lot of time.
I finally made it home, got my paints, and went back to the field. I unpacked, and set up, again. By this time, I was really behind schedule.
After twenty minutes of painting, two vehicles pulled up. Sergeant Hall was nice about it when he asked me to leave, but his questions were still comical. ("No, officer, I was not intending on stealing one of the state's cows." - Yes, that question did come up.). I was on state property, and I was not allowed to be there.
After taking this photograph, I wiped the canvas clean. Hopefully next time I pull this particular panel out, I'l be able to put down some real paint!
So much for painting today.