Ever since moving to the Bay Area, I've wanted to paint the Bay Bridge and San Francisco. Today the opportunity arrived!
The wind at this park is fierce. It blew my palette onto the ground once and almost tipped over my easel. I used bungee cords to fasten my easel to the boardwalk and keep it open at the correct angle.
Over the course of three hours, the mist on the skyscrapers dissipated, the brooding cloud cover lightened up, and the sun increasingly warmed up the buildings. The water level must have been changing, too, because brown, muddy areas began to emerge.
Around 1 PM we all gathered at the parking lot to look at each other's paintings. I had brought my camera and a nice groundskeeper agreed to photograph us. What a great-looking bunch of artists and art!