I thought the buildings on the plaza would offer shelter from the wind this morning. Silly me, they were more like wind tunnels as I captured this scene! Sketching was totally manageable, but painting was another thing entirely. I worked constantly with wind and hair in my face, even though I braided it today in anticipation of the gusting winds. Brushes blew off my easel, buffeted my panel and even my arm as I applied strokes. I was chilly in the shade, but it was far warmer when I stopped for lunch with my urban sketcher clan. One thing about the wind, I always leave my site feeling like I've done battle, and lost! Still a wonderful day, out there doing what I love. REALLY makes me appreciate the posh days! Painting number 1870 in 1870 days.
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