I should have been inside finishing a painting, framing one for a donation, filling an order and cleaning the house. But today's sky was just too good to pass up. This is what happens in the spring on my island. Clouds arrive on a regular basis, hover over The Crooked Little House and call my name. Being as addicted as I am to a good cloud, I always answer.
This was painted, "en plein air" at 2 pm facing WSW.