On the same trail in Point Reyes as my last painting, I stopped to paint a little closer to the spooky forest. It was on my left. Point Reyes was puzzled together with the large dairy farms that supplied the Bay Area with milk and cheese since the area’s origins. The coastal grasses that fed the cows were amazing. In very little time, they grow until obscuring the trails in the park. The yellows, greens and reds undulated and vibrated like water and fire. My eyes have trouble with red and green colors (Deuteranopia). I find this condition liberating as a painter. My color choices derive from visual cues; emotion and reaction preceding work. I focus on relationships or how one color vibrates next to another.