Having just finished an excellent meal of homemade pappardelle pasta with salsa bolognese and dos copa de vino (blanco e rosso) I am at one with the world. I cast my eye around and this is my (slightly softened) view from under my white canopy:
Pastel on ingres paper, 300x22cm: "The Pine Walk"; So called because all the way along this winding path of broken paving stands these tall conifer trees leaning over to one side with age. The question is: Can I still call this 'plein air painting'?
Here's the actual painting location: the empty table on the far left waiting patiently for me and my good wife to amble in for lunch. No that's not her lying flat out on the sand in front before we went in!