It was about 11 when I saw brown clouds drifting into this seen. I was at that point on to the next painting. It was not long before I smelled the smoke. I got home about 12:30 to a wall of orangy-brown clouds over our north hills. The smoke was coming from the fires in Yorba Linda where so many people lost their homes. It turned out to be a very sad day.
2 comments:
You should have mentioned that just a few hours after painting this the smoke from the fires rolled in.
Love the moon, it adds that magic touch!
Duh, I guess I missed reading the second paragraph. It pays to scroll down. oops
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