Conga continues

I was walking to get the newspaper at 7am. The sun's rays spattered the guardians on station street with flecks of gold -not unlike their picture I had finished painting (see April 01, 2011). I looked upon the cedar hedge and saw this thin thin band of orange red and sky in values of yelow leading to blue, This coloration set the tones for the cedars and I could not get it out of my head. I went to the studio and changed the Conga Line. Gee, when doesn't that happen to my work?

The Conga Line took on more mystery with the new sky. And, another day passed by.