At the end of a long lake, sat a triangle house, nestled at the bottom of the hills and the edge of the lake. Really. Triangle. And, it was framed in white. On the left is my first attempt, and on the right is a second version.
I like the sky, and I like the water. The middle section? Not so much. That house looks out of place, and where the shore meets the tree line is under defined and washed out.
What to do? I went back in and weighted the shore line with darker colors. When I rephotographed the painting, you can still see the house. That is a powerful triangle. (The inconsistent blues of the sky have more to do with my photography skills. I'm working on it, but watercolors can be challenging to photograph, in my opinion. See here.)
And, here's a picture of me painting the 1st version, taken by my +Connie Springer , who does lovely portrait photography.