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 majestic and awesome Aravaipa Canyon, in central Arizona.
Can one even try to capture the raw beauty?
(oil sketch, 6 x 12 inches).
A little further down the trail,
with a view of the Cottonwood grove in the canyon.
A little pastel sketch begun,
a little more…
And then it’s time for a late afternoon Sycamore sketch in oil.
The oil palette, very tidy.
Aravaipa is so lovely in the late spring.
Pre-historic volcanic rock formations create this unusual gathering of other worldly beings: boulder spirits.
The boulders speak to you with their facial expressions, and demand a quiet presence.
Camping among the rocks …
Looking for a suitable place to paint after waking.
Found a collection of green
nestled in the rock.
In the other direction, broad vistas of the gorgeous New Mexico sky and junipers dotting the land
Time for some refreshment after a hard day’s work…chile and