Well it’s here now but a few weeks ago when I did these paintings there was still a nip in the air and no leaves on the trees. I’m playing catch up and writing this on a Monday morning when I have work to do but don’t want to do it. These were done Sunday after my trip to Etowah and are closer to home. I did the one up top over on Sloan Street in Roswell. This was the first of the day but I spent the most time on it. This older neighborhood is filled with homes built in the late 1800s although I’m not sure this is one. It was the smallest and the yellow color just made me want to paint it.That yellow/purple relationship was played up here to the extreme. The guy who lived here came out about an hour in and hung around for about an hour chatting—guess he had nothing better to do. I really don’t mind but it did slow me down a bit. In the end I put his dog in and I think it made the painting. Retired and renting he wanted to buy this but $150 was too much.
After the house a went about a block away to Vickery creek and set up right on the creek for two 1 hour quickies, one of which (below) turned into two hours.