Imagine three grown men standing under the Marquam bridge overpass, in the wind and rain, with their easles out trying to paint.
This was my first time painting outside in a long time.
What is funny is that these guys had all summer to do this and they finally went out on one of the first bad days of fall.
This painting is much looser than I usually do.
I may have to try this again when the weather gets better...
F.Y.I. I did not know what plein air painting meant until fairly recently. It is French, of course, and just refers to something done outside. They could call it "Outside Painting" but "Plein Air Painting" is fancy and we need to be fancy.