I had plans for painting a particular motif one evening but came up empty-handed. As I packed up and headed home, I encountered a jackrabbit sitting by the side of the road. After quietly watching it for a short time, I became aware of something happening and looked up. Realizing I had no time to spare, I grabbed my easel, placed it on the sand, and set to work. After about five minutes the color began to fade, but I was able to get the info I wanted. When I got home I worked the idea up into a more fully realized painting, and from there the final painting exhibited in Masters. The artist must be constantly alert for these events that speak decidedly to them.