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Horse on Fire
While living in Wyoming, we came across a herd of wild horses at dawn in the whoopty-do's (curiously formed rocks). The stallion, who confronted us at the top of the hill, was back-lit by the morning sun, making his mane and tail appear as if he were on fire
Daturas grow all over the southwest and when one sprung up in my front yard, I was moved by its delicate fragrance, luminosity at night, but especially by the different phases of unfolding the blooms go through.
Crossing a pasture one night on the Animas river, we were startled by a longhorn bull. In the moonlight, he appeared blue.
A close-up of an ordinary moth that a friend snapped. I was impressed by the wing patterns and the close-up texture of the siding. After playing with the colors in, I settled on the green image...
My daughter, a chip off the 'ole block, loves old trucks too. She and her man hauled this old truck out of the Arizona desert. The magentas, oranges, purples and blues on its rusty body were much admired. It is currently being restored
Ravens By Moonlight
Friends and I hike, or kayak on Watson Lake, during most full moons. On a frosty winter night, the landscapes are rather blue. One night we spotted two ravens roosting. In a moment of companionable intimacy, they touched beaks, arched their necks, their tail feathers crossed and for a split second formed a heart.
There are few classic motor hotels (motels) like this one left. In 1947, this was one of the finest in the S.W. The grand old place invites you into its inner sanctum where you discover it's three layers deep. In the winter months, long before dawn, the deep, dark, blue of the night mixes with the neon pinks and greens to give the stucco a dark purple glow
Feather and Rock
Credit to Christopher Holcomb for photographic inspiration. Simply a red tail hawk tail feather that drifted down onto river washed rocks. A meditative scene.
Parked in the Granite Dells, it sat below a sign that read "Jewels." I couldn't help but be impressed with its vintage and rusty patinas.
Old Armory Cactus Blossoms
Working at the Old Armory, I would pass an extensive cactus patch everyday. There was an abundance of reddish orange blossoms and I felt moved to paint them en mass as well as an enlarged view.
This turquoise truck had obviously been used to haul livestock. It was parked at a bar on the outskirts of town. I admired its multi-hued body and rust, and have painted it twice, once in gouache and again in small study with a border
Walking through the forest near Thumb Butte last October, the air was heavy after a good rain. The sun was starting to break through when I saw these yellow, late blooming flowers along the trail. They wound around the granite boulders and trees in a way that was almost lyrical.
Thunderhead Over Granite Mountain
Credit to Theresa Rose Ditson for the inspiration due to her amazing photography. Granite Mountain has always been a mountain of mystery for me as I spent my teens living in full view of it. Watching the magnificent lightning storms, sunsets, and wildlife come and go, I was inspired to paint instead of watching television.
A friend's daughter fell asleep after playing in the leaves in our Granite Creek Park. The sleeping child's pose contains such absolute trust that her father will keep her safe.
These dark purple morning glories sprung up in my front yard among the juniper berries. I don't believe in pulling up perfectly lovely flowers just because they chose to grow in the middle of the patio area.
While kayaking and waiting for the moon to come up, the lake water and clouds reflected the setting sun. Once again, the colors grabbed me and I had to paint these scenes. (Goache)
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