"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.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Taking your breath away

A back roads day to take your breath away, dawn on the Great Plains--9 by 12 watercolor, 140# Fabriano Artistico
How long since something, some one took your breath away?
It's rare isn't it, and that's too bad, because it bespeaks the mediocrity we sentence ourselves to in our day-to-day existence, it seems.
What takes your breath away? There are places, people, happenings, scenery, events, and more. You remember them forever.
Today was one of those kinds of mornings, even on the Great Plains of central Oklahoma. I love the back roads, driving slowly, smelling fresh-cut alfalfa, seeing the ready-to-harvest wheat in the breeze, looking at the horizons and the undulating roads, listening to meadowlarks, watching hawks soaring overhead. The morning light was bright, and crisp and clear. 
Glen Campbell's song-- 
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
My mind wandered with imagination, and the freedom from the noise of high speed traffic and congested cities. Just a peaceful road leading to who knows where, a metaphor for life. 
I didn't have the Rockies or other magnificent scenery, but the freedom of the back roads and imagination, and a beautiful, breeze, sunshiny day. "Paint what you feel," wrote my most recent watercolor influence.  Thus this watercolor.
A day to take your breath away--how I feel.

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