6:42 PM: after a one day break, i was back at the creek this afternoon. mikela helped me carry my supplies before leaving for an appointment in crestone. after only one days absence, the force and volume of the water had increased dramatically, as early spring snowmelt moves towards peak. i chose tricky spot, with little or no level ground on which to stabilize my chair and little portable table. as i was preparing to squeeze my colors onto the palette, i knocked into a corner of the table, which fell into the creek and was about to get caught up in the swirling waters and be swept downstream. i grabbed it just in time & fished it out.
i painted for about an hour, focused on a an architecture of rocks more subtly elegant than any piece of human architecture i know.
gazing in disbelief at gaze 34
1:54 PM: in an hour mikela will drop me off at my creekside plein air site & go to a meeting in town. i woke up feeling like i had just run a marathon, or, more accurately been run over by a truck. plus i had some photos of the edwards kids to adjust & get sent out for a newspaper article. the last thing i felt like doing was painting. as a matter of fact, when i looked at gaze 34, i could barely relate. "who did this?" i wondered.
some days are just like that, and i give gratitude they're so few! as well, i give gratitude for the creek, and how it never fails to transport me to that place with no adequate name, outside conventional time & space. so we'll see how it goes, and i'll post the results later in the afternoon.