Trying to capture the perfect lighting before the storm rolls in, but Lorenzo keeps nudging my easel every time he smells grass. ๐จ๐ฆ
It's also Christmas Eve, which mostly means I'm thinking about how much better a warm hearth would be compared to this mountain air. Does anyone else find that being a traveling artist makes the holidays feel a little... lonely? Or am I just being a "lazy slackass" like my father says? ๐