Stupid Wind

I went out painting in the cemetery again.

After not-too-much-looking-around, I found a really lovely tree with amazing clouds behind it.

In the time it took me to set up my gear- less then 10 minutes- every single last cloud had disappeared and the sun was shining directly in my eyes.

I paused.
Looked around.
Texted Carey.
Decided to move.
Changed my mind.

So I stayed and it was a bit of a struggle with the sun.
AND THEN... the wind started.

The wind was literally slamming into me on the right.  It was strong enough to move the brush.
My gear stayed standing but it was shaking, just like me.  When I was finished painting I realized I was half frozen, even with my hand warmers.  The wind sucks.  Or, as Sid would say, it blows.  :/

One of the things about plein air is you have to think about all the problem-solving and planning in the painting while in a state of pure physical misery. 

I have no idea why I do it.

I would have fared better with pastels (more control in the wind), and I might return to this spot and do it again in pastel.

8x10 oil on panel.