m. p i l g r i m (art)

 Way, way up at the top of a ridge line between two nearby canyons is a tree, pretty much by itself.  It's only about 2 miles from my house, and there are three ways to make the 1200 foot climb up over boulders and through scraping bushes.  Ever so often I make the trek up to this tree and put my hands on it.  It often nasty and windy and cold up there, or there's a hot, drying wind blowing, and this tree is growing.  It's twisted, and gnarled, and weathered.  Touching it reminds me of how much tougher I am than I think I am. There's quite a view from up there.  (I feel pretty badass by the time I've made the trek.)

    Wednesday may have been the first official day of fall on the calendar, but today was the actual first day that it felt like fall. I was supposed to get up and do a long hike to get some time on my feet.  Instead, I padded around my house in clothing that was fuzzy and soft. After the sun came up, I went outside and did some pruning.

"Lily" 8x10 acrylic on canvasboard 

        And....finished! (this sold on Etsy)

  "Watermelon Lemonade" 8x10, acrylic on canvasboard

"Painting of the day" are  quick, little one-hour paintings that I do as the mood strikes me. The theory is, if I paint every day, I'll get better.    "Muse" 8x10, acrylic on canvas board. 

"Sacred" 8x10, acrylic on canvasboard