|"Mauve Morning," 5 x 7, 140 lb d'Arches cold press paper|
When you leave the New Mexico mountains, heading east into the Great Plains for the long drive to Oklahoma, it is best to start early.
Early as in before sun-up, but not before there is some light when the colors of dawn dominate the horizon. Before that, deer on the road would mean disaster at 70 mph.
But as the sky brightens, the multi-colored dawn makes the dramatic Southwestern landscape even more enchanted minute by minute, and there is almost no traffic for about 80 miles.
In another hour, the sun will be up, and the land east of Raton, New Mexico, will flatten and the trip becomes one of endurance, of the Texan Llano Estacado, of fields of crops and pastures, of almost constant wind and heavy truck traffic.
So it was recently for us, and I wish we would have stopped to take photos of the rugged volcanic landscape, wide open vistas, and the sky, the sky. But we were hurrying home.
Today's little watercolor comes from my imagination and general impression of those magic moments--"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plains," in the words of the theme song of the old TV show, Wagon Train, quoted in my blog title. (Incidentally, that photo at the top of the blog was taken about the same time of day, east of Cimarron a few years ago).
This painting was a discovery for me, as was the drive that morning, trying to mix colors to get "mauve," the overriding colors of dawn. two earlier and largest attempts were unsuccessful