red paint studio in New Mexico — desert

The stars are still there..you just have to find a quite place to see them. They waited while we set up tents, made a fire ,started the camp stove and then above us appeared the milky way and all her friends. Its good to be reminded that we live amidst beauty ..the kind that nature has gifted us and will exist with or without us.  The Utah ( Moab) landscape is also an artists dream of rocky forms and surreal shapes..my mind wondering off to clay forms and red dirt from years ago.  All week Hot Air Balloons glide above...

I thought watching someone I loved slowly die would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do. Watching a child suffer while we wait for science and research to uncover clues to a 20 yr chronic illness beats death ..hands down. Death is easy..living is hard. This of course brings me back to why I smile and nod when visitors engage themselves with my artwork..and then tell me "you must be having so much fun.."yeah..loads I want to say ..look closer I want to mention..but instead I know that I cannot divulge all that is not apparent.  A female...

I find my mouth watering now when I smell the green chilies roasting along side the road and outside my little grocery store. It's such a New Mexican sign of fall even though it's still hot . I watch as the locals get a huge burlap bag full of the roasted green peppers and ask "what do you do with that many?" of course they look at me and smile like a teacher smiles at a stupid question. " Eat "em on everything..eggs, burritos, breakfast, dinner, chicken soup....yes yes yes..I like em..just not that much. Coyotes are out again at...

I start lists everywhere I am..to do lists with columns of "house" "work" and "other". My " good things" list is mostly a morning vocation and exists fleetingly in my head..and then..is gone. Good things Roadrunner  Hairy Woodpecker  Two grown rabbits light rain fell in night and rain barrel is full again  purple sage in bloom first Sandhill Cranes flying along the Rio Grande..migration has begun.  fish painting done for a friend When I was a kid and my parents would start a yelling match that I could not bear to witness ..I learned that nature and art could take...