Around 5 pm I had finished my chores and simply wanted to paint. The family Maine Coon cat and I stood on the front lawn of Watershed Farm. It was a pleasant spring day and it was nice to be outside. We looked northerly and painted just what we saw.
The gusty northwest wind was blowing the cumulus around and tearing at the edges of the late day cloud while a deck of altocumulus spread in aloft. The altocumulus foretold of "large scale dynamic lift" and the approach of lower pressure. The altocumulus was part of the warm conveyor belt. Rain and snow did arrive with strong northwesterly winds.
The family Maine Coon cat relaxed at my feet and under the easel as I painted. She was more dog than cat having grown up with the family Chesapeake Bay Retriever.
The cat went for walks and helped me paint. She also encouraged afternoon naps. Our pal the Chesapeake had passed away in December 2004. That lovable creature was more cat than dog under the influence of the Maine Coon cat. She would wash herself fastidiously like a cat.
The dog also painted with me a lot although she was more interested in playing catch with the green tennis ball. They are still together at the crest of the Oak Ridges Moraine. They only ever knew complete freedom at Watershed Farm.
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The gusty northwest wind was blowing the cumulus around and tearing at the edges of the late day cloud while a deck of altocumulus spread in aloft. The altocumulus foretold of "large scale dynamic lift" and the approach of lower pressure. The altocumulus was part of the warm conveyor belt. Rain and snow did arrive with strong northwesterly winds.
The family Maine Coon cat relaxed at my feet and under the easel as I painted. She was more dog than cat having grown up with the family Chesapeake Bay Retriever.
The cat went for walks and helped me paint. She also encouraged afternoon naps. Our pal the Chesapeake had passed away in December 2004. That lovable creature was more cat than dog under the influence of the Maine Coon cat. She would wash herself fastidiously like a cat.
The dog also painted with me a lot although she was more interested in playing catch with the green tennis ball. They are still together at the crest of the Oak Ridges Moraine. They only ever knew complete freedom at Watershed Farm.
For this and much more art, click on Pixels. Thank you.
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