The ride up to Mount Royal went well enough but the rain picked up, or rather came down, as I rode through the winding paths. I stopped under a tree and made a painting of the puddle in the path, and a garbage bin next to another big tree. The grass had an eerie green glow in the wet forest. With all the moisture the paint was turning to a liquidy paste on my palette making it quite the mess. The rain finally subsided slightly.
Puddle on the Path, watercolour 5 x 7" cold press, August 2023 (No. 3515b)
I hoped to find some shelter at the large chalet building next to Beaver Lake but the building was surrounded by a construction fence. I found yet another large tree to stand under and make this painting of the lake and some gulls standing around. To paint the gulls I had to paint around their forms, then daub in some light grey and dark grey. The water was a variety of colours, which seemed to blend into more grey. You could say that it was a grey day. I wonder if their used to be beavers here and they made a lake? Nowadays it is highly developed with marble edges and luxurious sidewalks going all around it. To the right is the steep slope that becomes a toboggan hill in the winter.
Gulls near Beaver Lake, watercolour 5 x 7" cold press, August 2023 (No. 3516)
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