"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Lonesome cabin

Lonesome, 5 by 7 watercolor, 300# d'Arches
Abandoned cabins and farmsteads dot the Great Plains, testaments or tombstones to the people who tried to scratch out a living where only nomads belonged. 
I am always attracted to them, imagining the lives and ghosts that inhabit them, the stories untold, beckoning of love and loss.
The prairie wind and grasses and open skies breathe "lonesome."
Have we  not all been lonesome at one time or another?
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Inspired by a black and white photo by HrSchmitt.

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