Rain in Portland is not news.
I was early for a dinner meeting and ducked into a little coffee house to dry out. I was soaked! The rain had penetrated the back of my coat and my clothes were damp.
I ordered a cup of coffee and felt myself building up a good case of the crankies. The coffee was smooth and with a splash of milk, perfect.
I sat down and looked outside. On the other side of the window was a table, beaded with water, and filled with reflections from the restaurant across the street. A quick sketch. Notes about colors and values.
Today, a painting. Maybe rain isn't so bad.
Tabletop Reflections, SW Taylor, 18 x 24, pastel