let it be ~ sunrise east of the ranch

Sunrise Sunday morning, September 16 found me sitting in my car staring eastward from a shelf of land where the New Mexico mountains meet the eastern plains. I’d come up here to paint. I was feeling lackadaisical. Too, I was hoping for the arrival of my friend...

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...