I am enchanted with painting the combine.  The scale!  There is nothing to prepare in order to paint; it lies in wait.  Last night I dreamed about it and woke up with new ideas, barely waiting for the dew to dry to paint some more.  The beautiful thirsty rust is already gorgeous in the patterns that have been created over the years.  Keeping a delicate touch on what is painted and what is left natural, is the dance.  The purples against rust makes me swoon.  My work on canvas is benefiting from these new eyes.