Cabin of lost dreams, watercolor

9 by 12 d'Arches 140 pound paper

This cabin used to be about as far up a dirt road leading up to the Truchas Peaks that you could go,  from the remote town of Truchas on the high road to Taos. It has since crumbled into decay. Still, it is a symbol of lost dreams and memories, an icon to me, that I've used it as a subject many times.

By the way, this is watercolor 20 in the past 22 days, since I heard Norman Poet Nathan Brown talk about writing a poem a day. Yes, you won't see the bad ones, and this is the second attempt on this subject this weekend--taking two days. The previous Hoping for rain also took two days and two attempts.