I headed out early yesterday to my favorite spot along Boxelder Creek. My favorite spot is a ranch owned by a family who has worked it for generations and they're always kind enough to welcome us painting there. It was a bit windy, but I found a quiet corner right down the hill, next to the creek. I have to admit, much to my chagrin, I forgot my sketchbook and pens and didn't do a notan painting before starting this. (As I said in a previous post, I have some bad habits to break).