Second time painting with gouache, inspired by sunsets and summer haze on the front range in addition to a post I saw here on Bluesky but cannot for the life of me find.

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#art ✧ #painting ✧ #rat ✧ #flowers

Short jog on the outskirts of town to get a glimpse of the main canyon just before sunset.

My birthday gift of gouache paint arrived and I spent half an hour painting this photo from last July on the Monument. I was sick with a stomach bug between fire assignments and wanted the comfort of cool canyon sand, the sticky heat of riparian corridors, and the camaraderie of stagnant pools.

My only church is everywhere. The moment my feet hit the earth, the moment I breathe in, the drink of water. Creation is not inside walls, it is outside of everything man made. And it is inside of you. Every small part of the living, and every mountain and stream. That is worth worshiping. 🪶💕

Sorry I’m late, at the last minute Bob Ross added a huge ugly tree right down the side of the painting and I had to stick around to see how he made it work out.

Merry Christmas from my favorite local wash bottom. Here the girls stand at the base of our typical turn around, but on occassion we venture further back to explore the numerous canyons that branch out further upstream.

Field work in the Claron Formation today, sprinkled with tertiary volcanics.

More sedimentary canyon forms. Hiked back to where the Morrison Formation meets Entrada sandstone, my favorite of the region.

Animals with misleading names. I'm seeing this go around as part of a viral tumblr thread so I thought I'd reshare it.

Sunset stroll through town.

The memory of how my heart felt
When I could no longer stand the cold
You came,
Tinged its edges with love
And brought a blissful warmth to my home
#vss365 #memory

It's that time of year where the evening glow sets desert walls ablaze. The onset of winter in this landscape is marked by the chill of cool air slinking into shadowed valley and canyon bottoms, but these sunsets warm the soul.

In the office today reminiscing the full moon's rise over Mt. Ellen.

Ebbing Waters | Frederick Judd Waugh

A looped stroll through a clunky canyon bottom. Stepping over an ephemeral wash littered with cobbles of various origins. Pressed and altered lifeforms embedded in canyon walls form impermeable coal seams. Iron tinted springs laden with sediment and slime surface and quickly freeze into milky ice.

Closed Mouths Don’t Get Fed
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Sunbeams lapping up against dissected sandstone during our evening hike near town.