"I have not grown misanthropic, but with the passage of time I have come to value emptier spaces, to seek out the natural world and the ultimate of what travel has to offer—wilderness. Is it a way of reinvigorating myself with a peek at innocence, of having trespassed into Eden? It hardly matters—so much in travel is self-delusion." Paul Theroux, "Fresh Air Fiend."
Friday, March 7, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
It's not that I haven't enjoyed the past three months of gentle walks and lesser hikes around Lovely Ouray and Sunny Ridgway. I can even tolerate the stationary bike when outdoor weather is disagreeable, as it now resides in front of Imax Windows that distract from situational realities, not the least of which is no matter how hard I peddle, I'm getting nowhere.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
|Crescent Moon Over White House|
We headed home to a stretch of balmy weather on the last leg of our trip. I reined Goldie in some so it took a little over three hours to get from Moab to Lovely Ouray. The route is narrow, shoulder-less, and potholed—a backroad that twists and turns with rugged terrain the way all highways did before Interstates builders started "snapping lines" and bypassing Moms and Pops out of business.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
A preference for red cliffs over white mountains during winter seems to have me dragging out the final postings of our recent rojo sojourn. Let's go ahead and put that trip to bed so we can get on with life in the Now. Our final stopover was in Moab—always a pleasant, sleepy little town in February, especially Monday through Friday. We snagged a motel room for 34 bucks. A month from now you will be lucky to find one for less than a hundred.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Backtracking to red rock country around Sedona now, I wasn't exactly thrilled about departing seventy-some degrees and sunshine—trading shorts for long pants, t-shirt for jacket, and warm sumptuous shades of red for icebox white. The weather widgets called for the abnormally warm multi-state dome of high pressure to hold indefinitely, so I hatched a plan to take the long way back to Colorado, one that would, metaphorically speaking, kill two birds with one stone and keep us abiding in glorious climate with postcards.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Watercolor sketching is a great stretching exercise. The point of sketching is to capture the essential feeling of a scene as quickly as possible without regard to detail…as opposed to rendering a photographic representation. As mentioned previously, the soul of a painting—the "Art"—is often inversely proportional to detail, accuracy, realism…and, to some extent, time spent.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
We have landed back in Lovely Ouray, and on our heels comes another storm. March is our snowiest month, and thankfully, it is upon us. I guess it was pretty nice weather while we were gone; the driveway is melted of snow and ice and the surround of south facing red cliffs are showing their colorful "undies." It was a marvelous getaway, though, warm and sunny…a pleasant distraction to woes and cabin fever.