Our fifth and final workshop day was suppose to be plein air painting, but the weather here in new England was not cooperating. As a backup plan, Charles brings vintage black and white photographs for us to paint from. It is all about imagination and fun. When we stopped in San Francisco, I happened to have slipped a photo of my dad in his high school football uniform into my handbag and hadn't yet taken it out. I used it for the above painting.
My dad playing football for "Paly High" (Palo Alto High School in Palo Alto, California circa 1943).
Late that afternoon, I packed up the car, said goodbye to everyone and headed back to Maine. My ride started with this sign post at the first turn on the way out of Manchester. Made me wish I had GPS.
Thank you, Charles for a wonderful workshop.