I love sitting in meadows. I have ruined several paintings by overstaying. I will set up and quickly nail my subject, but I am not ready to leave. It is a worthwhile sacrifice. I would get there at day break to see the wildlife start or finish their day. Spend the day watching the light change. Then the evening shift would show up for work, the foxes, owls, and other nocturnal beasts. I'd go to bed beat and sunburn but completely satisfied. This was my final painting in Yellowstone. I began to romanticize that I was a trapper and these were my skins. By now I had created a fat roll of paintings. It was time to head west, then south for home.