Well, if my travels taught me anything, it’s that mornings and evenings are the time to paint. And since the evenings here still average in the upper 90s, I decided to give mornings a shot again. It’s funny seeing all my old haunts with the light coming from the other direction, but I do feel very impressionist-ish, painting the same scenes in different lights. One thing I note, and I pass it on to you – the night weaving spiders don’t roll up their webs until at least 10am, apparently. I nearly ran headlong into three separate webs just trying to get to my regular spot. And believe me, the spiders and I were equally traumatized by the experience.