One of the scariest things about living out on the high plains it that one can really see the weather just coming for miles. Especially when the thunderstorm clouds fill the sky all the way from the mountains to the border of Kansas and I'm just on my way out to ride my bike to the grocery store. And the wind was blowing. There are reasons there's a guy by the road selling bricks attached to link chain labeled "Boulder Wind Chimes" around here.
Sadly, I managed to get home before the rains hit. It would have been cooler to ride in the rain, though I probably would not have cared for the thunder and lightning.
I painted yesterday and met the doom that is color. I hate color. I suck at color. I still have to try it, though. Silly me.
First I did a little black and white to get my courage up...
And I'd studied a few of the more classical cherry blossom paintings that I really liked. Most painting lesson books don't have what I really wanted to paint, but I found a beautiful book on classical paintings and poetry and was inspired enough to do this:
I got brave enough to try this after a comment by marith
And then I really had to laugh at myself for doing this. Yes, really CHUNKY sparrows. *laughs and laughs* There was just too much water on the brush, but I liked how the cherry blossoms turned out with color instead of lines, they're much, much easier.