At the end of Wildes' road there is a large blackberry patch with berries ripe and ready for picking.   This morning I walked to t;he patch to pick a bucket full of berries with the fog hanging low and hiding the tops of the evergreen firs.  A lovely quiet soft fog with a slight brightness from the early a.m. fog filtering through it.
At the end of Wildes’ road there is a large blackberry patch with berries ripe and ready for picking. This morning I walked to t;he patch to pick a bucket full of berries with the fog hanging low hiding  the evergreen tree tops.  Through the lovely quiet soft fog I could barely  see the outline of the sun trying to show it’s face many many miles beyond the trees and fog.  The air felt fresh, moist and cool; I had plenty of time to pick a bucket full of berries before the day became too hot.

I painted this scene with transparent watercolors but my scanner is not very sensitive so I had to make some value adjustments through iPhoto.   The result turned out rather muddy since the sparkle of the white did not show through giving the sketch a dull color.

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