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Thursday, July 29, 2010

SKY WATCH FRIDAY-EAST AND WEST COLORADO







The difference of the terrain between eastern and western Colorado is striking but the skies are equally magnificent in both areas. The picture on the top was taken in Eads, a little town just inside the eastern border with Kansas. The view of the mountains at sunset was taken from my friend Laura's deck in Lakewood, near Denver. This is what she sees from her deck every evening. How lucky is she? And how lucky Molly and I were to spend three glorious nights in her home, a welcome respite from our tent camping.


Monday, July 26, 2010

RUBY TUESDAY-ON THE ROAD WITH MOLLY













Molly and I left our campground in Red Fleet State Park in Utah and drove north through a bit of Wyoming and into Idaho. Of all the spectacular sights we saw on our cross-country trip, that day was filled with astonishingly varied and breathtakingly beautiful landscapes. We traveled through at least five exceedingly different terrains; verdant forests, red, rugged, craggy mountains, flat dry plains and the white hills shown in today's header, all devoid of human habitation. We were impressed with how much of this country's western states can't support much human activity; a man in Eastern Colorado said a person with less than 10,000 acres is considered a "hobby farmer"! We learned that our Eastern and West Coastal expectation of finding gas whenever and wherever we needed it was a foolish assumption. On this particular day we gratefully pulled into a gas station in a tiny town with only fumes left in the tank.



Friday, July 23, 2010

WEEKEND REFLECTIONS- ON THE OZARK NATIONAL SCENIC WATERWAYS



Reflecting on privilege and reveling in the memories of a cross country-trip with my daughter, Molly, from New York City to Bellingham, Washington. In 2 1/2 weeks we drove 5,500 miles on the back roads and slept under the stars in her all-mesh tent  (rain fly at the ready). 

This is picture of Round Spring, a natural spring south of Salem, Missouri on highway 19. For thousand of years humans have been coming to this spot and we could imagine that they found it as idyllic as we. We could imagine that in addition to a useful source of fresh water it was considered a spiritual place. 

At our picnic lunch in a town park we met a couple celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary by re-visiting the places where they had honeymooned. They told us not to miss Big Springs and Round Springs, just up the road. That was one of many good tips we received as we made our way across this beautiful country, seeing it in a way impossible on the interstates.




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I am an artist and my new endeavor, this blog, is my latest attempt at communicating visually. My friend and fellow artist, Margaret Gosden, is my inspiration. Do check out her blog at http://margaretgosden2.blogspot.com and you will see why I want to do this. I work in several media. My formal training was in etching but I paint, I sculpt in clay, I draw. My best work, in my opinion, results from deeply felt emotions and I have flat files of unsold (but shown) works resulting from my reactions to difficult themes: Hiroshima, the rape of my good friend's daughter, my mother's death, 9/11, my lover's emaciated body before he died. I work through my distress by managing it on paper and canvas. I take vacations from the angst and make images that sometimes people want to hang on their walls. So I am not a totally starving artist. I will turn 70 in June and I can't believe it. What happened? I feel 40, at the oldest, and hope that is how I present myself. I try to keep an open mind, try to accept what comes, try to be kind. I look forward to joining a conversation with other bloggers and learn from them.