Going over the bridge of Yosemite falls ,water from the fall sprays so heavily that I use my backpack as a shield from the "rain." Hubby is a saint, walking with me over this bridge at least four times, trying to find the right spot to paint. The spray of the water makes it too chilly and too damp to stand still and paint for a few hours. Also, I like to avoid too many distractions of people walking back and forth in front of me.
For the sake of repetition:)
I finally settle on a place on the right side of the waterfall where huge trees shield me from too much spray of the water.
On first impression the way the huge bottom rocks are positioned, it looks like the entrance of a cave. This is how far I've come with my painting till hubby comes back dripping wet from trying to walk alongside the fall.
Sorry this pic is taken in the evening time, and the lamplight is very yellow.
The three greens I used in this painting are
sap green,
terre verte (a dark green leaning to the blue side), olive green, almost black, but mixed with cadmium yellow light, it gives a bright yellow green.
With titanium white and ivory black I have a whole palette of green shades!
Painting this view made me contemplative. What I love about this scene is that it tells about raw nature. The smell of moss, where season upon season has free reign, about living and dying, about light and darkness.