Today exemplified why I live in Sedona—Autumn. A great white harvest moon set behind the western mesa as I drove into Red Rock Ranger Station—the morning was cool enough for a sweater, but warm enough to think about shedding it.
At the Woods Canyon trailhead, David, Sophie, Pete, Karen, Dona and I set up our easels and like Billy Goat Gruff, chatted up the trolls—I mean hikers—trotting across our red rock bridge. Sophie looked very 19th century with her white shade umbrella, an envy-inspiring estate sale purchase, while Pete, farther into the weedy sedge, captured the golden Woods Canyon light upcanyon. Dona painted the quiet creek, while Karen plein air painted plein air painters with her bold pastels. David, on higher ground, rendered the big sycamore and cutbank.
Struggling with watercolors today and teetering precariously on my tiny little stool that sprung open like a hungry praying mantis, I put my palette down on my painting and lifted it to find a big blob of lavender. Believing that watercolor paintings are just happy accidents anyway, I sprayed the mess, let it drip and, and—so much better!
Mike, Barb, Tecla, Carolyn, Don and Janel captured Bell Rock and Courthouse from their vantage on the ranger station patio and parking lot. Consensus is to go back to Red Rock Ranger Station next week, Tuesday, November 3, 9 – 11.
Consensus is to go back to Red Rock Ranger Station next week, Tuesday, November 3, 9 – 11.
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