Every time we drive by that turn on Sir Francis Drake, where it crosses the Lagunitas Creek and opens onto the winding creek lined with trees, distant hills behind it, I have a strong urge to stop what I’m doing and paint the scene. But I never have the time, or I don’t have my pochade box.
This time I had my sketchbook. We drove up to Inverness with my family, and I found 15 minutes to run off and sketch it out.
Some reference photos and a thumbnail would have to do. It’s rough, but it gives me what I need to start a study back in the studio.