The third day I hit the beach, it was early in the morning and very windy. I wore my sun hat with the draw string around my chin, and it was a good thing, too – I would have been chasing it down the beach otherwise. The brisk wind, the racing waves of the lake, the big puffy clouds that kept changing and eluding capture by paint, all caused me to feel intensely alert and revved up while working at this painting, and that emotion definitely came through in the thick paint and impasto strokes.
The other two times I painted plein air at North Beach (here and here) I sat in the sand next to my husband amongst the crowds at the beach. But for this painting, I set up by a bench right next to the sidewalk. Passersby would stop to comment – sometimes on my painting, sometimes on the weather – but that was a very cool experience, and new to me.