This is what my Oregon looks like right now -- smoky. In many ways it is quite beautiful. Yesterday we were driving along the edge of the Coquille Valley, a lush flat valley usually bordered with a series of rolling hills. Only yesterday the hills disappeared into a smoky haze and all colors were dulled. A crow flew near me, his blackness a stark contrast to everything beyond. I painted most of this in the car while my husband continued driving. I admit it didn't try to paint the crow until we were home.