A couple of weeks ago,  it rained.  It rained after a long time of being extremely dry in Los Angeles, and it rained quite a bit.  The rain let up on Saturday morning, so I headed out to paint.  I'm pretty habitual about Saturday painting, and mostly undeterred by weather.  Last Saturday, I skipped painting to keep watch over a couple of lost puppies, but that's another story.

Anyhow, nobody else showed up to paint on that wet Saturday, and the farmers' market got cancelled.  I liked this scene because of the old beat up aluminum trash can and painted wooden picnic table.  I hardly ever see those in public parks anymore.  About an hour into the painting, the rain got serious and I packed up painting stuff.  At that point the painting was clearly unfinished.  It stayed that way for a while, and then I finished it at home one evening when the television was broken, with the uninitiated cat trying to drink paint water.

I think the painting has a little moodiness that I really like  It's simple and it shows pretty competent technique.  Damp weather is ideal for watercolor painting.  I hope it works out tomorrow.  But tomorrow the oils are having an outing.