Tropical islands are magical. Big, heavy clouds, low lying fog, brilliant sky, white sand. In the dead of a dreary, dark winter, a tropical isle has a lot of charm. In summer, humidity builds and the air is thick, but if you are in the Caribbean, the trade winds blow and life is a bit more comfortable.
We live in an area with multiple mountain ranges, some which run parallel to the coast, and other which run perpendicular. As a result, the terrain and weather varies in each quite a lot. Here, a view of Mt. Boney in the spring, as a storm comes in. The wildflowers are in bloom and all is right with the world!
As the Santa Monica Pier is closed down, things are blocked off and rerouted. Here, a pedestrian path and bike path go under the pier. Going from glaring sunlight to a very dark tunnel, you are at risk of collision.
The end of summer and the brilliant greens of summer fade to brown and beige . . .
Here, I just wanted to make a light painting with simple washes. Usually I go for really intense colors, and it took a bit of work to get the sky light, as well as keep the colors of the distant mountains and grasses paler than my normal approach. The sky was easiest as I just blotted up my colors with tissue and used a lightly damp brush.
I’m rather pleased with the results, I must say.
Pigeons above the roof, ooph!
Ink, Yarn & Beer 