Dan Patch and Lafayette, Oil on Linen, 12x16
It's so nice to be able to paint until 9pm. It took a lot of will power to stick with the afternoon light. By sunset everything was glowing red and incredibly beautiful. The temptation was to change the mid afternoon light effect I'd worked so hard to capture. I resisted.
As usual, I met some nice people while I was painting including the guy who pilots the little tug just to the left of the crane. That's how I found out it was called the Dan Patch. In a couple years the Dan Patch and this bridge will be gone. The Dan Patch will go to a new home after its paint job. The Lafayette Bridge will go onto the scrap heap of history.