Today was my off day. Every so often nothing comes off the brush right. I taught most of the day and then had to do a lot of "stuff"...shipping, billing, etc. Lots of left brain stuff. By the time I got home I had a little less than two hours before sundown. Plenty of time, or so I thought.
The dogs, we have four, had been cooped up all day and were wild by the time I got home. I went out onto the back porch to paint and that was my first mistake. I should have grabbed my easel and went somewhere to paint. The dogs knocked over my easel twice in their efforts to get closer to me. I wiped my painting four times and before I knew it, the sun was sinking fast and my light was fading.
I ended up painting the top of a pine tree that the sun was hitting. My brain just couldn't connect to my paintbrush and I just couldn't settle in and focus on painting. Sometimes it just goes that way. There is always tomorrow right?