Plein-air painting is not all beer and skittles. Rocks can be cold, ill-placed and tracks not easily negotiable. This week three of us have broken out the gear and headed inland. The Shoalhaven River once again provides a haven for painting.
Carla broke out the binoculars looking for birds, Jane threw ink at a scroll using a stick and I perched on a pinkish rock and broke out the sketch book.
Once again the old mill as a base was perfect and of a night still lives flickered in firelight and pools of mellow red and gentle jazz.
There are times when it all comes together and this week has been magic. The weather, the company, the wine. With any luck we will all go home with a few more works and know a little more about painting and a lot more about the river.