painting my way back to philmont….

  Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly suffered any...

why we leave new mexico….

  Every June I leave New Mexico ….   and I go to Oregon…     I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep. My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber began about six years...

a winter roadtrip with my muse, part two

Not all the art I made during my little solo sojourn were in my sketchbook. Another of my goals was to do some plein air painting — something I hadn’t done since late December when, the day after my car accident and day of my 53rd birthday, my pup and I went for...