Daily exercises in tonal realism since February 2013; adorned with terrible puns since 2014.
Saturday, 24 January 2015
Looking towards Romsey and the Black Range from Rosebery Hill, Pipers Creek
Whilst painting this scene, a large hawk was circling above me and catching the updrafts on the hillside (I was treated to a hawk-shaped shadow occasionally falling across the canvas). I was also having a little bit of trouble getting used to my new pochade box (this was its first outing), so just like the hawk, I was winging it.