The lagoon was quiet except for the squeak-toy cries of a Cooper’s Hawk high up in the cottonwoods. I set up at the far edge of Big Lagoon and tried to capture the red-capped angler before he ambled off to a more secluded spot. Rain began to hit the mirrorlike surface of the pond and spotted my watercolor—improving it. My grandfather always said that fish like rain, and there was suddenly a lot of greedy gobbling and grabbing in the reeds at the shoreline.

Suzie, Sophie and Karen found a deep arroyo cut into the bank, and Christine said she was painting “the Gothic arches” of overhanging cottonwood boughs.






Caroline and Tacla found a shady picnic table and painted the small lagoon with its cattails and ripples while Betty, in a mesquite stand, painted the riding horses patiently waiting for customers.



Mike worked magic with his watercolor landscape, and James and Pete captured fleeting light and shadows on the pond as the rain vanished and the sun came out.





We’ll be painting at Tlaquepaque from 8 – 10 for the next two weeks (August 18 and 25) thanks to Nita’s pull with the C-Suite. You can find directions and links to the venue under “Outings and Directions.”

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