#506 View from rt. 165 Sandia Mt.
I drove around a long time before I could find a spot prior to sunset.
By the time I got here I felt harried and frustrated, and I knew the scene would be changing by the minute, so I had to work fast.
It was all about relative values, and I left a lot of the toned canvas alone.
This is where I stopped 1/2 hour later.
Going out on the road is my main stay for finding scenes to paint. Beyond the experience I had this evening, I'm left wondering about so many things that have little to do with the actual act of putting paint on canvas, or finding a scene I'd like to paint. I've been "out of my comfort zone" and searched for "just the right scene" before, but it's never been like this. Maybe it's that I'm so unfamiliar with this strange land and it's rules and customs, or that the terrain is so wild and spread out.