Plein air painting is a fun adventure. Usually. I had layers of clothing, and warmers, so it made the experience pleasant and inspiring until my feet started to feel the freeze and the wind started to blow.

I rode my foldable bike over to Anson B. Nixon Park to explore more of the park. It is a lovely park, a jewel of Kennett Square. It was the last day of summer and I noticed hints of changes in the leaves. They were turning orange. Where the orange leaves landed on the bluish-green grass in the shade, the leaves seemed to glow but ever so subtly. Delightful. I think the colours for this fall will be quite vibrant.

The leaves on the trees are showing signs of change, and the temperature is gradually dropping. Indian Summer. Fall is not far away. My friends from Studio Rilievo and I organised an impromptu plein air painting outing in Kennett Square. We chose Anson B Nixon Park. That day was my second time painting in this park. In fact, it was the farthest I have ventured into the park to paint. My first time, I was about 30 feet into the park. Ticks. I don't like ticks.