When I am rushed to get a sketch or painting done plein air, many times something magical happens. Setting up quickly to get an afternoon fall scene of a park in Central Texas, I could see and feel a fast-moving thunderstorm behind me. I stayed until the last moment, gathering my gear and running for shelter before the deluge. I thought my effort was wasted and then I looked at what was created. Chaotic and beautiful. And I loved it.
