8 x 10
oil on canvas board
I drove back and forth over the bridge and finally parked the car, jumped over the railing and sat on a chunk of concrete hanging out over the little inlet. My goal was to pay attention to the values and simplify as it was quite a busy scene in front of me. It was so restful though to sit there with my pochade box on my lap listening to the birds and the occasional dog walker passing by. I've often seen fishermen standing on this bridge, what a wonderful place to spend some time. No fishing this time I guess because I had it all to myself!