Flagstaff Mountain

Drove to Flagstaff as the most accessible option considering time constraints and it turned out to be a slog - over a foot of snow when we only had a dusting at home (that had already melted when I left the house at 11). I sat on a rock under a melty tree, clumps of snow falling onto my watercolor picture and palette, but to no positive benefit. The colors I use most often ran out to boot, so all around frustrating, but most of all due to the shitty two paintings I made. Ah well, I know it is beneficial to push forward.