Friday, July 6, 2007
In the desert I am always anxious to greet the day early in the morning. It is so beautiful, so rough and rugged, twitchy and thorny. It shelters all kinds of wildlife including gila monsters and tarantulas. Who would want to ride a horse through this parched and prickly land? When I came across this view bright and early last fall down by Blue Point on the Salt, I thought, "I would". I enjoyed painting the gradual buildup of textures; the desert isn't always what it seems.