The next morning we woke on my friends property above the Big Sur coast. Some foxes looking for food came right up to us.
We drank coffee and watched the fog and the dramatic change in light as the sun broke above the ridge behind us.
We got our supplies in order and took off to paint at Pfeiffer Beach. There is a big rock formation, with a hole, the waves splash through. I painted it all before, and I felt I knew it, like seeing an old acquaintance.
It is always windy there and it is a challenge to paint. I painted right at the entrance to the beach, and there was a feeling of arriving. I went farther out and painted some huge drift wood, maybe redwoods trees.
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