I wanted to show this painting I had done because I thought it symbolized the day I had today. I’m always outdoors when I’m at the Loretto chapel in Santa Fe. I had some of my best work to date and there’s all kinds of pressures to deal with. The skies are always changing, new cloud formations come out of the old ones. At one point, the sky was covered with light and dark clouds and there was one patch of blue sky, but it was in a strange shape near the cross of the church. The shape looked like a cross, then turned into an angel. I pointed it to my fellow vendors and tourists around me. I don’t think anyone had a camera at the time, the image of my “blue angel” disappeared in the clouds. An hour later, the hardest hitting of rains came and washed away the crowds. Just about everyone packed it in around 3pm and left. Almost every day it has rained sometime, but it’s monsoon season here, and I’m glad it’s almost over. In fact, I wish it didn’t rain the rest of the summer. It’s very frusturating when it rains, because it hurts business. But at the same time, it made me respect mother nature and its awsome power. Maybe this month of rain has tested my faith. If painting is like a religion, then my faith must be affected by mother nature. Mother nature protects you, nourishes you, is visually stunning. I think that to be a great plein air painter, you must have the upmost respect for mother nature before having the right skills. Of course I would love for one day not to rain, but what can you do?