Yesterday I tested my plein air rig at Vilano Beach. The Artist Anonymous group met at 6PM and we lucky band of artist (five in number) scattered to pick our painting places. Four set up around the shore end of the pier and I headed for the ocean side of the peninsula.
There was a fresh breeze keeping the area cool and the tide was coming in almost at high ebb. I got my tripod, chair and back pack out of the car and set it up. There is a slight sand bluff and the waves, choppy and breaking close were sliding up onto the lower reaches of the bluff. The tripod worked great and held the small canvas firmly. I got the paint stuff out and realized that some of the colors I should have brought were not there and some that were not needed crowded the box of paints.
I popped open the box containing the jars of mineral spirits and the fresh ocean breeze (nearly 20 knots directly off the ocean carrying some spray with it) took my carefully folded paper towels and sent them winging toward Gainsville (some distance to the west of us). As I sat and observed what I was going to paint I realized the fresh breeze was bringing with it sand and some water.
I took out a canvas which had an undercoat and blocked composition on it already and started to paint.
OK, I have a lot to learn about looking at moving waves and transferring the image to my brush. But I had time, the sun was setting slowly and the light was great. —- ‘All vehicles must be off the beach by 7:30″ announced the sheriff’s patrol car. I looked at the time and decided that I now needed to see if there were any problems packing up the stuff. No, not an issue.
My work for a half hour of swishing a brush on a canvas is not for publication but will serve to mark a beginning for my future learning.
Two weeks from today we will be at a place where there are wide marsh vistas. No sand and water blasting my serenity.

Ah, its a learning process. I have time and the Artist Anonymous group seem patient.