Twilight Solitude

“I’m standing on the edge of the marsh with the sun going down, illuminating the clouds above with a warm orange glow, and it’s all reflected in the water. The quiet is broken only by an egret fishing nearby. I try to paint slow enough to get the drawing, values, and color right, but fast enough to finish the painting before the light changes. The light has changed now, but I’m finished. I leave with my painting and a sense of satisfaction. I’ve learned something new today, some subtle color or value change, or drawing correction that I didn’t notice the last time I