Paint, paint, paint. Well, I didn't paint Wednesday. I played a round of golf in the late afternoon but the next morning I painted my fourth study of the Rock River at flood. This one is closer but I don't have the shading right yet. However, it was a satisfying morning of painting.

I haven't opened my package of Bockingford rough yet.  I think I'm afraid to open it because I feel a little intimated by it. It seems magical to me.  It's like the paper has these mystical qualities that are going to transform me into something more - a wonderful painter with as yet unsung technique and feeling.

It's like a little day dream. Time to get on with it. Open Sesame!