When It's Too Hot To Paint

I stepped out on deck this morning to a blast of warm mist. It felt like a steam room. There wasn't a breath of air. The early morning sun was trying to break through the mist creating an erie orange glow. 

I sat down to enjoy my coffee despite the oppressive heat. My intentions were to have another painting marathon day. I chose once again to stay on board. I managed to do my first watercolor sketch. I was excited to capture the orange sky. 

The rest of the day was spent trying to stay cool. I read. I ate watermelon and drank lemonade. But it was too hot to paint! According to the weather it felt like 104. I agree.

Finally around 5:00 a breeze came up and I was able to find a table in the shade. I took out my sketchbook and added another Roatan watercolor sketch. 

Such is another day in the Western Caribbean!