Red Rainstorm stopped at midnight leaving the pathways with small pools of water, fallen foliage and flower petals. The floor was wet while the morning regulars walking steadily instead of jogging. I headed for the rear of the park finding the old buddy departing in the blissful quietness. Since I was late this morning that I chose to paint the treetops of the panoramic segment, because I thought it might be easier to handle than the floor. But the canopy from the tree on my right hand side extended entering the segment, which scale and layering foliage made the composition look complex. After the sketchy branches were laid down, I lost the track of the layering foliage by the noise of the gossip group. Until they departed to leave me in the quietness again, my concentration returned urging me to use bush marks and dry paint to identify the types of trees.


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