Painting At The End Of The Street

 I got a late start and wanted to paint by the house without having to hike all over the place.  I found this neighborhood where the street was blocked off by this gate.  So I walked to the end of the street and started to paint.  I liked painting in the middle of the street.



 The clouds were flying over the hills off into the distance constantly changing everything.  The hills seemed to melt into each other.  The light was at my back and slowly lowering itself and changing the shadows by the minute.