View from the other side of the ridge. Encountered a little rain doing this painting. Onlookers always think I will melt when it begins to rain. It is not my biggest problem. Wind is my nemesis. It makes the canvas jump and transforms the canvas into a sail. On larger pieces, I will anchor my canvas with a screw eye and rope. Unless it is a downpour, rain adds an atmospheric quality to the piece. My lines get very soft. I have some soft, fuzzy paintings I love.