Driving thru the West, often hauling horses,
listening to my country faves,
George Strait, Brooks and Dunn,
Blake, Brad, and Toby, is freedom.
The first time I rode a horse in Monument Valley
was with a young Navajo girl I met
while painting murals in a hotel in Kayenta, Arizona.
The landscape just blows me away.
Several times a year, I get to drive thru the valley.
I love how a little rain changes this arid dessert
to a deep vivid red and blooms.
I have seen the snow and clouds lift off
the clusters of sculptural sandstone buttes at sunrise.
The light changes continuously and
never ends being a source of Inspiration.
Being in this expanse, feels to me like
I am a part of everything, past and present.
This part of the world speaks to me
when I am working with wood
and juxtaposing materials
that create diversity and depth.
Til Next Time,