A New Palette
My gear is waiting in the mudroom, ready to be loaded in the car at 7:00 am for the drive up to the Johnson Farm, and two days of painting.
The Northern Comfort Motel in Colebrook, NH, right across the Connecticut River from the Johnson Farm, has become my home away from home.
And The Moose Muck Coffee House provides a tasty, fortifying start to my day of standing outdoors at an easel.
When I walk with my gear down a farm track at the Johnson Farm, the sky looks threatening.
I'll ignore that cloud, and just set up, start painting, and hope it disappears. It does.
The color I'm seeing as I'm painting has shifted again in the two weeks since I've been up to the Johnson Farm.
The landscape has tilted away from grey and brown, and towards lavender and ochre, and a fresh new green.
Patches of red osier dogwood provide a vivid contrast to the muted palette of early spring.
The geese on the oxbow get used to me standing near them, and just go about their business of fishing, floating and flying up and down the wetlands.
The next morning I'm out in the field again, and the weather is more settled.
Reflections in the quiet water seem as real as the trees themselves.
If I set up in the middle of an osier patch, I can find a new view of the Connecticut River.
Painting the reflections is a challenge, and three hours pass quickly.
After lunch I want to do one last painting, and then we're headed home.
But first Roscoe gets rewarded for his patience with a swim in the cold brook.
Then it's time for the drive south, and a sunset arrival back on my hill.
I'm thankful for the work I do.
What better way to spend two days than to stand in a field, by a stream, with geese and a good dog to keep me company, and look at color?