A teeth- chattering cold windy day last November off hwy 97 - I showed up early. No one else did, my fault I misread the address. A big, goofy affectionate dog kept me company for awhile until he grew restless and ran off, disappearing and reappearing - much like the light, spectacular, shifting at such a rapid rate I couldn't keep up with it.
oil on masonite 9"x12"
MCL © November 2013