I've thought about this a bit while planting between showers
if I were headed to the desert, I'd paint that
otherwise, if I had a talent for art (which my twin got, not me)
--I'd paint a quiet street at sunrise, with cobblestones and a bike leaned against the wall and bread hung on the door, and mist hugging the ground, after you've climbed over a convent wall to get out before offical opening times
--I'd paint candles glowing in a small forgotten chapel, and a tired, over-worked priest hearing one last confession before his long journey home
--I'd paint a veteran, hugging the back wall of a church they don't feel quite right entering, taking a knee on the stone floor during Mass, pack on their back as they are used to doing in field services
--I'd paint a newly formed Camino couple full of the thought of love that may not last the separation...or may make a love that will last forever
--I'd paint a credential full of sellos, overlaid with the faces I've met along the way
--I'd paint Roncesvalles at sunset and the cruz de ferro at sunrise and the foggy morning view from the monastery at ziortza and all the beaches of the Norte
--I'd paint the horses and cattle on the Hospitales, and the view above the clouds at the abandoned hospital Montouto...
I am truly in awe of your ability to create
edit: rain showers while in my garden, not any other sort....even if I do my best thinking in the other sort