Painted en plein air (or I should say en plane air...) on a cold day last winter. I didn't know where I was going to go paint. I was just driving down the expressway when I saw a sign for "Sky Dive Long Island". About 25 years ago, I had signed up with them and did a parachute jump (a pretty crazy thing to do and I still think about why I let go of a perfectly good airplane). I finally found the little airport. It was in a very remote place that gave me the creeps as the sun was going down. Glad I was there and glad I got out of there. Sort of like the feeling I had about parachuting.