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Fresh Air Fridays are what we call our outdoor painting group. Last Friday I was packing up to paint in the Adelaide Hills when my phone rang. After a very nice conversation with a friend I had breakfast and got ready to head out.
!!! I couldn’t find my car keys.
For about 45 minutes I did lots of serious looking and retracing. Remember Ernie and Bert advising us to walk backwards through our day to find lost things? Not always easy when things haven’t registered in recent memory. I got a bit sick of it and decided to go to the nearby beach to paint instead.
At that point my off-sider loomed up to help. And help he did!
Those keys had fallen to the ground outside while I had been talking on the phone.
At that stage it was an hour past normal departure time so Plan B for Beach went into operation.
Stepping back I noticed that my horizon was about half-way up the picture plane. Boring. And not as I had envisaged it in the beginning.
It doesn’t really matter where the fresh air is on a Friday, but as you can see the beach was not very busy. There seemed to be more dogs than people. They whizzed around and past, up and back. One was a mad spotty thing which tore towards the easel at breakneck speed while I was emptying a water jar. No upset resulted thankfully!
This is actually the second painting of two which have focused on the sandhills behind the shore, rather than the beach or shoreline itself. I have my reasons! More about that next time.