The storm over Cathedral Rock comes closer in at 1:00 pm. The sky darkens.
Before too long it’s time to skate along the side of the meadow to Oak Creek at the base.
The water roils and churns, inspiring, the slabs of red rock lay flat.
We dodge under some gentle oaks and watch the rain on the creek.
After some time we walk slowly back to the meadows as the sun comes back out again.
And start another sketch, this time in oil. The spirit of the ancestors has wound its way around.
The mysterious red rocks of Sedona, Arizona. Inspiring in all weathers.
A recent excursion led us to Cathedral Rock, a sacred site where drawing and painting en plein aire only suggests the richness and power of Mother Earth.
Even the standing majesty of the sycamores, alder and oaks catch electric light.
I begin a pastel sketch while the sky is still a benign blue.
14 X 11 inches on Pastel Board.
By mid-morning the sky turns threatening, and as if the Vortex surrounding the Cathedral could speak, the skies darken and begin to open up. We pack up, but stay in the gathering rain, enjoying the moisture. Who doesn’t appreciate the gift of monsoon?
More on dodging monsoons in Sedona and experiencing the spiritual Vortex later.
Any other Vortex lovers?