Up before the sun and I made it up to Burnt Head comfortably in time to watch the sun rise. As the sun gained altitude the water caught fire and the headlands glowed. Grass and bushes ran like burnished gold up the cliffs which themselves took on a warm red brown. It was lovely. So I painted Burnt Head that way when I got back after breakfast. Then I stayed up on the cliffs sketching other painters painting and working on waves and water until tea time. The fragrance of wild grapes diverted me on the way down to the cottage for tea and ended in a little still life along with some fallen apples I picked up by the trail. Then a third trek up the hill at the end of the day gave me sunset over the harbor. All in all it was a lovely day sunrise to sunset.
angel in the Dust