Weather for many of us is weird this year, but I suspect we need to get used to weird. We’re in the middle of another heat wave, with records set in Montreal and everyone crying that their beaches are not open due to COVID.
Have you ever thought of how different a plein air artist views weather from the rest of the world? I have a love/hate relationship with sun. Love it for shadows. Hate it for how it blinds me when it reflects off my sketchbook. Gardeners, on the other hand, want every photon our stingy sun will give us.
Generally rain limits my sketching opportunities and right now we aren’t getting any (should be thunderstorm time), but farmers are in dire straits for the same reason that I’m happy.
Wind…yuck from my point of view, though a slight breeze on a hot day is welcome. I doubt the the windsurfers being dragged across the Ste Lawrence River by brightly colored kites see it that way.
We’ve been a couple degrees luckier than Montreal and while it’s blistering hot today, we had an absolutely perfect day a couple days ago. Jodie and I headed to the small park that’s just south of our house, her with a book and me with sketching gear. It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve sat on my stool and let the world drift away for an hour or so. From a nice, shady spot, I sketched this old brick residence. I think the building complex may be part of the church that is behind it but I’m not sure. What I do know is that I had a perfect day. We even made milk shakes in the afternoon.