As I pulled down this street, the early morning light was perfect for painting. The winds were already strong, and I had to keep a firm hold on my easel as I worked. This stretch of the West Bottoms is quiet on a Saturday morning, and I only had a few visitors on foot - and one by car who was out searching for artists in the field. I love this history of these buildings along 8th street, where Kansas is at the end of the road. It's fun to paint locations I would never see if not for a wonderful plein air event. Painting number in days.
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