This New Year's Day I rose before sunrise and commuted shivering in the darkness from Bushwick to Brooklyn Heights with Tara, who had to work that day. Upon arriving at the waterfront I set down my easel, and a gust of wind promptly tossed it over, snapping off the top arm that secures the canvas. 2016, so far so good. I chose satisfactory spot on the promenade, squinted into a gray/chilly/windy day and started taping my canvas to my box of wood with legs. I combined a few buildings and squished the Brooklyn Bridge in there for good measure. By the end of the day I'd made a new oil painting to add to my ongoing series of en plein air works, and started 2016 doing what I love, shaking in the cold acting like a tough guy while I paint.