It is finally drying out here. At least in some places. The tops of hills and some of the roads. But, get down to the barns, and I still sink to the tops of my muck boots. I think I hyper extend my knees on a daily basis, walking around in left-over river slop. I even got the tractor stuck trying to cross the river today. On husband's orders of course.

We are getting down to the last few heifers to calve. Can't come soon enough.

I still found some time to paint. I think I paint better, or at least get more done, when I am short on house time.

This old truck has been up at our junk yard for quite a long time. It was in pretty good shape until someone robbed the front axel. I thought it would make a challenging painting. I was right. This is the second try.

This is my nephew. He was having a ride on a horse and was so happy. We snapped a photo and several years later I decided to try putting to to watercolor. I approached the skin tones a bit timidly and therefore he looks a little pale. This is my first watercolor portrait.