A painting and fishing trip in Samoens

Paints, fishing tackle and a picnic was packed. We headed a few miles down the valley towards Sixt.

A breathtaking spot was found. High snow capped mountain peaks, a turquoise river running through and wild flowers and beautiful towering trees.

So the scene is set, I set up paints, do a little headless chicken act with so much to paint. Number One art critic wades into the water with the illusion he may catch a fish. I settle down and with a small piece of paper try to capture just a tiny bit of this magical place.

Number one art critic is now a tiny spec in this vast landscape, I'm trying to figure how to paint all of these trees! Why did I think I should paint each one, the sheer scale of the job was on my shoulders.

 Taking a breather, enjoying the peace and quiet the birds singing, oh this is just heaven

Then around the corner come the tribes, it's like a scene form the wild west. For some reason a farmer has lit a bonfire of hay, suddenly the fish are no more, good excuse! The trees are forgotten and the swallows are frightened away. Time for the picnic and a reflection of the days work.

The river is very fast flowing  which means the fish swim faster, ie harder to catch.

I should had softened a little more and found a way through the trees, but eh ho what a gorgeous day

A quick Dandelion and buttercup study, wet in wet and a touch of gouache.

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