A Rainy Day In The Park.

It was my first trip out on my own in the city and I was determined to find Central Park. With paint gear in tow I hopped on the N train and then a 4 (or some number) up to the middle of the park area. It was great. As I walked the three blocks to the entrance to the park it began to sprinkle. Immediately and in almost unison every local popped up their umbrella. "Ah, an Oregonian doesn't need any of that nonsense" I thought to myself as I continued my walk. People in the park began to disperse but overwhelmed by the reservoir in front of me backed by the skyline of Manhattan I wasn't about to leave.

I found the perfect spot along the Bridal Path. I leaned against a slanted tree and began to sketch this gothic bridge that framed a romantic forest scene. A little while later the wind picked up and blew the sprinkles down with a greater force. A jogger passing looked at me and chuckled. Minutes later the city was shaken by a rumble from the heavens above. It was as if the clouds were ripped open. The sky poured forth a sea's worth of wet. I threw my things in my bag and hightailed it under the bridge. Soggy and stuck I still insisted on painting. I sketched the scene out as thoroughly as I could during the 30 minute soak.

The rain lightened with the sky and I took the opportunity to dodge rivers and make my way back into the city. Finding shelter in a Cafe I painted and painted till it was time for church.

More photos and adventures soon!