|"Time Zones," 5 x 7 acrylic on canvas panel|
Time--One of the many reasons I love the Southwest.
Out here, the geology of this aging earth is always visible in dramatic landforms, constantly changing skies, light, colors and weather.
So many stories laid one on top of the other like the strata of sedimentary rocks, evidence of deep time. So many unanswered questions, like the mysteries of geologic unconformaties and fossils, gaps in knowledge of millions of years, all in front of our eyes.
So many lessons of how recent we are, how small we are, how brief our lives. Out here you can see forever, into the universe and its daily reminders of time deeper than the rocks, the moon, the sun, the stars.
Thus today's little painting, part of what may be my desert series, with a multi-layered title, especially as another man-made month ends, and man-made time "zones" mean nothing--where you can see time.