Morning after the storm. I headed in search of a painting spot. I arrived at the blueberry barrems in Jonesboro/Columbia!? The fields stretched around on the top where there was nothing but the sky and the wind! I tried to set up my easel but the wind threw it several times on the dry rocks. The wind was very chilly. I almost went back home to enjoy the warm shelter, but I was determined! I sat in my car, put the paper block in my lap and painted. My clothes were all stained with the color, and it was definitely a struggle. But at the end, I felt satisfied.
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