Not the most fun, but when you’re there to paint, you’re there to paint. Waiting around for those calm days would mean not getting anything done. And on the coast it’s a particular problem. Even a light breeze off the ocean can be magnified as it rushes up a steep coastal bluff. Sometimes I’ll be painting out in the wind struggling along and then just 20 feet back from the edge it’s as calm as can be. Nature. Pfft.
