Cottonwoods

Have always loved the shapes of the cottonwood trees in Fish Creek Park. These had a particularly nice rhythm. While painting here one afternoon in autumn I met an interesting fellow who chatted to me from the beginning to the end of the plein air piece. He didn’t even realize what I was doing. And if he did, he didn’t comment.

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