Thanks to Tom’s gift of a mountaineering compass, I know exactly which direction I am facing when I paint en plein air!
Yesterday, based on the position of the sun, I guessed that I was facing East.
No more guesswork! When I awoke, the cornfield and harvested part of the cornfield were both bathed in a pinkish glow. Within minutes of painting this little sketch the sky turned gray and the rain shower began.