November Along the Potomac

November Along the Potomac, watercolor, 10"h x 14"w.

The watercolor painting above started as another demo in my current class on watercolor landscapes. This photo was taken a number of years ago at the same spot as another landscape I posted here recently: "River Bend."

The photo from which "River Bend" was drawn was taken in late spring, when the foliage was green and lush and the waterline lower. The cloudy day suffused that scene with a soft glow of grayish-green light. I went back to the same spot in early November of the same year, after many of the leaves had come down. The afternoon was bright and clear, the golden glow of the sun low on the horizon, as it is in shorter days of fall and winter, and the color scheme completely different: shades of golds and blues.

The challenge in this painting was dealing with the expanse of water--the colors and shadows in the reflections, and the contrast with the land masses in the fore and back areas. As is my custom, I painted the sky first, to establish the lightest values, and gradually worked downwards from the backdrop of  trees in the distance towards the shadowy foreground.

The water was painted all at one time, adding the colors of the reflections, moving them around, and lifting the lights with a brush before the paper dried. After the water was completely dry, I added the darkest details of the rocks and branches. I hope it conveys the lyrical mood of the scene.

The Patapsco After the Floods

The Patapsco After the Floods, oil on linen, 14" x 11"

Last Friday the sun finally came out. I drove out to the McKeldin area of Patapsco State Valley Park to paint at my favorite spot, this bend of the river below the rapids. There was much evidence of the record rains and flooding of the past weeks along the trail--many trees, branches and leaves down everywhere.  Just above this spot there was one enormous tree lying across the stream where the flood had eroded the bank so much, the tree had been uprooted. This gave me a clear idea of how the water must have raged through here at the height of the storm.

Today, the water was back to its placid, normal flow. A sunbeam lit the ripples of water flowing over the sandy bottom, giving it a reddish tint. The leaves, though lush, were starting to show those yellow and bronzy tones of early fall underneath. It was so quiet--I encountered only a couple of elderly hikers on the trail. Later in the morning a group of preschoolers with their teachers hiked through my spot (I'd had to set up in the middle of the trail since there was very little bank left).

When I glanced at my watch I was surprised to see that it was almost two o'clock by the time the painting was complete. After I got home and looked at it again, I realized there was something not quite right about it--the values of the shady bank on the right side of the painting are too light. The land mass should have been darker than the water, and the greens there don't seem to belong with the color key in the painting either.

I had hoped to repaint that passage in the following days, but unfortunately, with my hard week-day schedule and having to work overtime this past weekend, I didn't get the chance. So here is the previous weekend's piece, mistakes and all. I'll post the corrected version for comparison later on.

At Brown's Bridge

The View at Brown's Bridge, oils on canvasboard, 11" x 14."

After a very rainy weekend, it cleared up on Sunday, bringing out the full spectrum of fall color at its peak. I was dying to get out to paint, but the usual household chores had to be done, and on this day, Herb had an important business meeting so he wasn't here to help.

I finally managed to get out around the middle of the afternoon and headed to Browns Bridge, which spans the Patuxtent River, marking the boundary between Howard and Montgomery counties. There are small parking areas on either side of the bridge where one can pull off. The place gets some recreational users and on this beautiful day there were several kayakers and hikers. I tried both banks to see which view seemed better and decided upon the westerly one.

The hillside on the opposite bank was flaming with color, but now mostly in shadow, while the young Sycamore maples on my side were a-glow in the afternoon light. There were some Canada geese swimming near the bank, but they moved away before I had time to include them in my painting.

I think I handled the color in the distance well, but wish I had made a greater color distinction between the near and the far, and had kept the val-hue of the water lighter and more varied. The close-up color seems too subdued in relation to the distance. Still, what better way for a painter to spend a warm fall afternoon, than in practice?