Oh, we have had seasons of fire in the hills here in Los Angeles and there definitely was this level of brown in the air. It's a bitch to breathe in such a circumstance especially if you are close enough to the source of the smoke for it to be this heavy. I can't even imagine how the firefighters must experience it.
Do you remember the ash falling like snowflakes? That was the most surreal part for me. And everything felt like it was covered with a very thin layer of sap. Sticky and gritty. So nice painting. The good news is that the mountain lions probably left the area for a bit so all you had to worry about in the plein aire was the roaming bands of flesh eating zombies. They don't mention that too much when trying to recruit people into art school.
Last edited by D Akey; 10-18-2018 at 10:41 AM.
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