Encouraged by my DH, I drove one summer day led simply by that still small voice to this point on the river out at Portage des Sioux. A large tornado had hit the week before and almost destroyed the little marina I was sitting in, but I had the best view of this little leg and this awesome tree. I was sitting in among twisted metal and debris, fighting off the biting flies.
It was my first en plein air.
It was early summer in 2002.
It took a few days to finish. DH even came out one day and played guitar while I painted.