| When you live so close to Cheyenne Canyon, it draws you to the slopes of granite, and forces you to capture the beauty, the contrast of red rock soil with evergreens, the gasping blue sky and floating clouds, so close, sometimes black with rain and hail, and sometimes blinding white cotton puffs, racing across the sky, swirling and pounding the Canyon, swelling the creeks, and making the colors strike out at your eye, trying to steal your Muse for the day. "Draw me!" they echo out through the granite shoulders. "Draw me NOW!" So on this day I went into the Canyon, and sat amongst the pines, in the pine needles, and scrub oak leaves, twigs and ants, and drew this pastel, and captured just enough to finish, before the rain came and the sun changed the light lines, turned the red rock bright, and tapped the leaves in warning. "Gotta go now, we're coming to wash this Earth." |
| "Cheyenne Canyon-05-17-03" - 15" x 17" - pastel on paper Copyright 2003 Dan Stephanian |