As I was walking along the creek bed
I saw the morning light being cast onto
the trees and ground, not yet having
reached the boulders; simple enough
to setup my gear and paint.

Soon after I had begun, not more than
30minutes into the painting, I saw
that the sun had started to caress
the boulders and eventually wash
out the whole scene with that
saturated light of noon. I'm often
reminded that landscape painting
isn't about copying the scene,
but rather trying to make a
meaningful statement in paint.
(In this photo, the light saturated
everything. My original idea can
be seen on the canvas, not in the
scene before me anymore.)