One of the great painters who attended the workshop (there were enough pros there to make me feel about two inches tall) set up to paint the train tracks. I couldn't face painting another barn or mountain ridge, so I thought this would be a fitting end to the weekend. My first plein air painting of a plein air painter.
I rushed through in about an hour and a half, and she liked it enough to take it home with her. That kind of compliment is better than any other kind of reward.