Hotham Park Sketchers were to meet today but as a welcome steady rain was falling I ended up alone. Settling myself in a little pavilion with my book and watercolours I enjoyed the solitude and lovely sound of rain dripping from the roof. The landscape was quite magical with what I call a mother of pearl feeling. I know thats daft but there is something about a gentle summer rain that evokes mother of pearl to me, maybe its the delicate softness. I was joined by a single crow that looked like, well, a wet crow.
The trees have that intense dark summer green, almost black in the shadows and everything softened by the downpour. Here is what I produced and although it far from does the scene justice its a beautiful memory to take home.