This glorious old tree beckoned to me from my first day in Owensville. The swing told the story of little ones at play, and the beautiful branches swept up towards the sky. At first light, I started sketching, using rough little lines, trying to stay true to their shapes. As the drawing unfolded, the essence of the place oozed in. So often that is how plein air works, something indefinable from the location finds it's way into the painting. Love this peaceful place. Painting number 2848 in 2848 days.
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