One hot, sunny day this summer, my sister and I packed her Subaru to the brim with all the art supplies we could possibly need (and more). Then, we set off to where we grew up to do some plein air painting.
We ended up on a minimum maintenance road where I laid out a blanket, and sat there painting these lovely yellow flowers.
I’d like to say how much time we spent there, but honestly, time stands still when we're out painting.
Isn’t it just so lovely to find yellow flowers, and the place where time stands still?