This is looking like a great year for Autumn's yellow in full display. I'll tell you how to lasso hope. Go where the cottonwood trees have all turned yellow. From the song by Ellis called Moab in November.

 

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OCTOBER 6, 2020

         This guy may be beautiful, but he hates having his picture taken. He either goes cross-eyed when I take out a camera, or scowls and looks away.

 

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OCTOBER 5, 2020

         I painted this just for the fun of reproducing a period style of western painting. The original image was in black and white, done by Douglas Duer, for the first edition dust jacket of Zane Grey's 1912 novel. I've altered it quite a bit, and will never call it mine, or sign it. It will always remain something I think of as a decorative piece, done for fun, and not for sale.

 

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MARCH 3, 2017

         A snowfall that didn't last long, but dusted everything with icing.

 

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OCTOBER 10, 2016

         Fall colors beginning in the Rio Chama Wilderness.

         At the risk of being terribly redundant about the skies around here... I'm not sure I'd want to find out if it gets any more unusual than this. There was a rainbow going on at the same time, and it was broken into sections that stopped and started like dots and dashes in its arch across the sky.

         Most often, the sunsets here are among the most amazing I've ever seen, but this morning's sunrise could've easily passed for a sunset. It's no wonder artists get caught up in painting the sky around here as much as the land. Someone said to me recently that New Mexico's motto "The Land of Enchantment" is alternately known as "The Land of Entrapment", as one gets so roped in by the beauty of this place.

         The top photograph is focused on a fragment of the full panorama below.

         Another incredible salute to early evening.

         Simply another uniquely beautiful sunset, from the land of extraordinary sunsets.

         Last night, I attended two openings with long-time friend, contemporary artist/illustrator Susan Guevara.

         Often I feel like saying "pinch me, is this for real?" The way the skies perform - the magnificent beauty of these surroundings... There really aren't words that I can think of to do it justice, and it would take a life time to try and paint it well. I live here, and several times a day I can't believe it. Just a short drive away, and there is access to places so incredible it takes my breath away.

         The rain settled down as it approached sunset, but clouds continued to build.

         The day began without a single cloud in the sky. By afternoon, that changed dramatically. The clouds kept building, and the skies darkened. Lightning, thunder, and precious rain came and dampened everything, cooling down what had been a very hot day.

         I really have no news at the moment. I'm writing to create a place holder for the layout of this page. News could be slow in accumulating, since I spend days painting or beading, both of which tend to be slow activities.