I had been to this park, the oldest in the system, several times this year in search of a scene to paint. I always went away empty handed, and now I think I know why. This park nearly always has a lot of people there, and I am reluctant to set up and paint where I'm distracted by well-meaning observers who break my concentration by asking questions.
I went there two days ago on a cloudy, bleak day, and I crossed the stream and looked back towards the road, realizing I had a good composition. Painting is 90% observation, 10% brushwork.