I stared at those clouds the whole drive to Fairfield, anticipating a perfect painting. Once I found high ground and started painting, the raindrops started. I worked faster until I had to duck for cover. After seeking shelter I was able to return to finish this up. Those clouds had moved to the south, but the other colors remained. I absolutely love painting farmland after so many town paintings of late. Painting number 3911 in 3911 days.
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