Poplars on the Mississippi River Sandbar

A lot of people don’t like painting on gray days.

I think they have an image in their heads of standing in front of their French easel in a field of beautiful grasses, the sun shining in from the left illuminating the scene before them.

In reality, the sun is moving so quickly that you hardly have a chance to paint the trees in front of you, let alone the beautiful field of grasses.

That’s where the wonder of the gray day comes in! The light stays consistent for a much longer period of time. It gives time to include the beautiful field of grasses.

Or in this case, I had time to paint the grasses lining the sandy path down to the Mississippi River bank.