This was a rare occasion where the group of plein air painters met from 2 – 7, to try and capture the evening light. I got there at 2:30, and within 10 mins had locked my keys in the trunk of my car, along with my wallet, paints, easel. I spent the next two hours waiting for AAA to arrive. I was philosophical at first, grateful that there was good weather and good company for my long wait – but eventually I fell to brooding. By the time they finally got there, I wanted to leave. But I did not want my own stupidity – or misfortune – to spoil the day entirely. So I stomped off to find a view in which I could relieve my pent up feelings. I hate to say it, but I think I paint best when angry. I’m glad I stayed and I’m glad I locked myself out of my car and made myself mad enough to paint a picture I like.