Sometimes when I'm driving a scene will catch my eye, get me excited to paint it, and then the feeling passes. Maybe I catch a photo, maybe I don't. Then there are other times when the feeling is so strong that I simply must pull over and either take pictures or set up and paint. Even stronger yet is when this happens nearly every time I drive by the same location. That happened with this scene, it's a rolling hilly park along the banks of the Mississippi river that happened to be on my way home from my son's daycare every morning. It's often stated that it doesn't have to be some miraculous scene to be worthy of painting, and the more I paint, I often find myself in awe of the endless varieties of lighting and atmospheric conditions that exist. As my friend and painter Joe Paquet has stated clearly: "No two days are the same". That quote opened my eyes to the possibility in front of me, and made me appreciate every day and every scene for its inherent uniqueness.