There’s a new regime of flowers cropping up in my field this month – I think they’re black-eyed-Susans. They certainly make the place look summery. It’s hard to believe I’m saying this, but, in spite of the heat, I think summer might actually be the best time to paint Texas – the colors are better. You have the full spectrum of greens up in the trees, but also the golds and browns and greys of the dead grasses below – the contrast of the two was missing in winter and spring. It’s easier to find a good composition when the ground and treeline are easy to differentiate. But, of course, I’m untested in fall – I may start singing its praises as soon as Summer’s flown.
I won’t miss the sweating, I’m sure.