An Overcast Scottish Morn

I debated whether to post this here or over on the Legacy blog.

In June of '97 I was a participant in a conference in the English countryside near Oxford. Afterwards, I managed to wangle 3 days of trout fishing with the retired dad of a colleague from Scotland.

The last morning was overcast, soft, cool--a glorious time to be out in nature. Due to the wonders of modern travel, I had freshly caught, never frozen Scottish trout for supper the next evening in Tucson, Arizona! :-)

The watercolor above is a quick sketch from memory of the first hour of light on the loch.