One thing about being in a painting festival is a certain pressure to make your time count. Today is a gray drizzly day, and I wouldn't necessary rush out with my plein air gear. But during a festival that is exactly what you do, moaning a bit all the while. But off you go. This painting was completed during an outright scary storm, one that pelted the local area with 5" of rain and constant lightning and thunder. I headed out to find the north edge of the storm because the evening light behind the clouds was interesting. I enjoyed the setting of the small harbor, which no surprise, I had all to myself except for curious ducks, and the line up of grounded boats.