I've said this ten thousand times but I'll say it again, I love this time of year. There's something so tranquil about the autumn in New England. If there's one thing I'll miss about Hartford, this is it. There's something almost spiritual about hiking by myself up to the reservoir off of rout 44, sitting there for hours by myself with my sketchook and headphones. No worries, nobody to irritate me, just a full engulfment in atmosphere and nature.
One painting down, two to go. 12 more days to get these done... I'll make it. By the skin o' my teeth... but I'll make it.