Painted last fall near Red Feather, Colorado.
Snow still on ground from recent storm. Nice in sunlight but too cold to paint in shadows, at least for me, as I do not subscribe to the theory that artists must suffer to paint well.
Not exactly plein air, but inspired by a phone conversation with my son Mark, who is living in Austin and has a nocturnal critter nesting in his attic for the last six months.
Complaints to the apartment manager have been fruitless so far. So Mark has decided to make the best of it. He has named him Larry. My imagination took things one step further.