Another wonderful visit to Cochise Stronghold in southern Arizona. We found our site to set up easels just before the park land. There was a cozy spot in the shade, near a little horse trail and an abandoned stone ranch house.
Starting the oil painting, I’ve blocked in some of the middle tones, and shadow fall on the boulders above.
Closer view of the beautiful boulders that Chief Cochise of the Apaches had his last stand.
Final view of the finished painting. It was a beautiful warm day, the intense heat of southern Arizona summer fading a little.
Located within the upper basin of the San Pedro River basin, Ramsey Canyon is a paradise for birding, nature watching, and plein air sketching and painting. It’s nice to compare the seasons as they unfold.
Last November as the leaves were in full color, we took advantage of a great opportunity to take the easel and paints out to the Ramsey Canyon nature preserve. The sketch was really about the brilliance of the color, and the forest environment.
A couple of months later, we returned to the preserve, and set up easels next to the beautifully running creek.
The light is gorgeous, the water running at a steady clip. Being mid-day, the sun was going to steadily move down, but we figured we had 2 1/2 good hours to paint..
The goal was to catch the light on the running water, the movement and transparency of the water flowing over the rocks.
Continuing studies in working with color in the studio at Betina Fink Arts. Beginning November 7: Color Fundamentals/Pencil, Level 1. For more information please click: Classes. Below: one of our projects, drawing a live, curling bamboo plant.
One of the most beautiful, tender and fragile locations of southern Arizona, Cochise Stronghold marks where the final Apache Chief Cochise defended his land.
Visiting means paying homage to as well as honoring the sad history and memory of the Apache tribe. Recently with monsoon rains, it was necessary to pay a visit to the magical waters in the creek nestled within the canyon. The creek was running steadily.
The breeze was cool coming off the waters. Being a weekday, there were no other visitors to the campsite, making the quiet of the forest powerful. We stuck our feet in the cold water and made a little sketch.