Over consecutive weekends in May, my husband and I drove up to Washington’s Crossing along the
Delaware River. This drawing took two sessions to complete. It was a hazy and humid day when I
started. I drew for about an hour while Jim walked along the river trail. I was merrily working
away when suddenly the air charged with lightening, the wind started gusting, the sky opened up and
it started to pour.
I grabbed my drawing board off the easel – because it was working
as a sail that threatened to drag my entire paintbox into the river, and also to protect the
drawing-in-progress from the rain. I laid the drawing face down in the grass and tried to quickly pack my
pastels back into the easel box and fold it all up. Jim came running down the path and helped me
get everything into the car.
The next weekend we came back during perfect weather and I was able
to cover the marks the rain had made in the drawing and finish it.