Snow had not yet closed the passes in the High Sierras and it was time to take some new work to a Nevada gallery featuring my painting. Lake Alpine was one of the scenic sites on our trip. We had camped at the lake in the summer when the water was high. I was pleasantly surprised to see exposed boulders and rings of sand on the beaches as the 2013 to 2014 California drought was draining the lake. To the hydrologist it must have been a depressing sight, but I love rocks and water so I was inspired.
One of our favorite family traditions during our annual vacation in Mendocino is a slow walk through the tall grass on the edge of the headlands. This is a must experience on the last day as the sun is setting below the sea. It gives our senses a chance to absorb the wonder of this place as we say good-bye for another year. For me, the magic is what the warm glow of the setting sun does to this romantic landscape. It’s like viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses. Painting it required dipping into some pigments I seldom use in my work. It was challenging and it was fun.
On our trek around the lake, we pulled over behind a line up of cars. The popularity of this spot suggested the possibility of a remarkable scenic view. Climbing down over rocks to a plateau area, we encountered a painter at his easel. He had a splendid start on a small watercolor painting. His composition featured the vertical pines and the horizontal lake. Walking out closer to the edge, I was struck by the drama of the foaming diagonal cascades dropping from a quiet pond above, and entering the serene lake below.
The permanent memory that I have of this painting is the protective dike for the Kaweah River at Three Rivers, California. After my inspiring trek, hopping the river boulders near the shallow winter flow, I climbed up the steep levee; then I pondered how best to get down and still remain clean. I decided a slow run would be best. A few steps down made me know that “slow” was impossible; my feet could not keep up and I found myself in a heap at the bottom in a red nettle patch. Head, hands, back and legs full of stickers that wanted to remain a part of me. “Low Flow” recalls that adventure near a very beautiful rocky foothill stream.