I haven't done any plein-air painting since my sophomore year in college. I enrolled in a Painting 101 class that promised to teach oils, acrylics, and watercolors. Unfortunately, I went to class hoping to learn the techniques of the Old Masters, and the professor had other ideas. I wanted to paint like Vigée Le Brun, my teacher wanted me to paint like Edvard Munch. Our class did one plein-air painting session during the middle of summer, in a particularly ugly area of the campus. (My teacher's theory was the uglier, the better.) I was hot, irritated, and ants crawled all over my canvas.
First effort. Sunshine. This golden tree looked brilliant against the blue sky. It's unusual for any trees to change colors in autumn/winter in Florida, so this tree really stood out.