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.

Cayucos. Michael invited us afterwards and we shared his beer and the spectacular ocean view from his home, where he watches humpacks and gray whales when he isn't painting. You can tell them apart, according to him. THe humpback has a heart shaped spray. The gray has a vertical spray. Cheers to Michael and the whales.

Morro Bay looking south. Still trying to learn Photoshop. I feel like an anachronism, but then so are oil paintings and so are sailboats. Maybe that is why I am drawn to them.

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.