The high desert terrain stretched all around me as far as the eye
could see—rolling hills dotted by short, round, Pinon and Juniper
trees, with mountains in the distances and a vast cloud strewn sky above.
Waving my hand, I proclaimed, “This is my studio!”
Yesterday I drove to a familiar place along the Rio Grande River
between Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico. I have painted the landscape
there in all seasons except winter. This day, the clouds were rolling
low over the mountains that rose from either side of the narrow
gorge, and I had to wait until a light rain shower ended. The air was
perfect and I made my oil painting, standing on the river bank. After
I was done, I put on my bathing suit, marched up stream and waded
into the rapidly flowing water. Soon I was floating, bouncing over
rocks in the shallow area and then drifting free in the deeper part
of the river. When I returned to my van, I looked around and gave
thanks for such a wonderful studio and a beautiful life to
experience.
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| My studio in New Zealand |
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| My studio atop a camel in Morocco |
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| My studio in Chiang Mai, Thailand | | | | | |
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| My studio in Paris, France |
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| My studio in the Serengeti, Tanzania |
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| My studio in Kashmir | | | | | |
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