The evening light came in softly, the wind had stopped, and I sat at the north end of the pond. I had missed the long shadow time, and some clouds diffused the light. A few frogs started their song.
I look at my paintings from the viewpoint of composition, design, value, etc learned at the workshop and see that there is lots of room for improvement, but the memory of that magical spring day has been captured.
Next time I want to paint the whole pond.