This feels more familiar. About half way through the morning I began to wonder if I was making any progress at all. I have been looking at Cezanne recently. I am beginning to question whether his deft modelling of trees is a result of technical genius or sheer frustration. Where one brushstroke may suffice he puts down ten. I know how he feels.
Anyway, at some point my determination was rewarded and I have pushed a bit further up the mountain.
View from Montepulciano. Day 4