Now I have to decide "What's next?" as President Bartlett always asked after that week's crisis on The West Wing. I have several portraits I could start -- the second portrait of wee Rose : "Prairie Rose" beckons. But the image which insistently knocks at the door is that of Jon fishing in The Rocky on a summer day last year. We were at Traverston and I stood on the iron bridge and shot everything in sight, including the lovely old mill. Focused on retrieving his cast, Jon is almost crouched below me in the river. It will have to be a horizontal painting so that one's eye can follow the flyline. And it will have to be big, like this one.
I will take that walk and think about it.