Another one hour (more or less) painting I did last night. I had a strip of watercolor paper that was going to be used as a test strip, something I keep at hand when painting so I can see value and color on paper before I apply what I've mixed on my brush. But I loved the size (3ish by 8ish) so I taped it to my board and dug into my photos to see what worked.
I'm hooked on Nebraska and South Dakota landscapes right now after our little trip over Mother's Day weekend to the Black Hills by way of the Nebraska Sandhills. I wish I knew how far we could see into the distance as the low hills and bluffs faded away into grey and pale blue sky. Twenty miles? Thirty miles? More? The expanse gave us a sense of how small we really are in comparison, you know, and I could not quit taking pictures of it all. For me, the mountains just got in the way of the view and almost all of my photos are of the broad expanses of grasslands and skies.
This particular scene is no more than 50yds from my front door, however, Big Traveler that I am. A late winter snow was coming in from the west and I put on my parka and ventured out the drive to the middle of the gravel road and took this photo. The sky was lowering and grey and in the distance the snow was starting to blur the horizon, not yet blanketing the fields and cedars. Love playing with skies and atmosphere and remembering that a sky doesn't have to be blue to be expressive.