After Shasta was Chico, California.  A place of great people; in personality, and character -to draw.  I will soon post some of these, soon as possible, at least since I was inspired enough to be there at least four days thee must be some merit in these -I lost count. 
    Then the drive south towards twenty, through country that inspires images of a Steinbeck Novel.  I have to kick myself for not for-seeing, the unforeseeable, and leaving enough time to stop and set up the easel and paint the scenes of the fields and rows of fruit trees glowing in the spring late afternoon Cali sun.  Next time through through here I will allow time, I tell myself.  Also though I decided I could do this scene from memory After all how many trees and row of trees with similar characteristics and resuming the same pose a few miles sown the road, or at least similar -and so on and so..., continued on...  With the late afternoon and then evening sun at my back the ascent up HWY 20 and onwards to Nevada City.  There is the place where I found scenes that were simply made for my brush.  Before arrival I was considering it a two, or -at most -three day stop, but something is calling to me, here.  I could easily be drawn to delve into this place in exploration; geographically, historically, and artistically speaking, I could take my pick.  If not all three....to satisfy my curiosity..., or some need I cannot say what.....

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