These were the colors I studied as I waited for the bus to San Diego from Campo, California. Whole sets of greens and golds, none spectacular, all subdued, always, everywhere all around, but here, at my feet, through cracks in the asphalt, sharp. This study only took a few hours. I left it mainly “unfinished” … Continue reading “Green And Gold”
I am re-upping this piece because I reworked it a bit, sharpening the wall and adding some foreground details. Also, I never told the story of how I came to be standing there, and where was that? When? So, here you go. I was a bit faint when I stood here that Saturday on the … Continue reading “Pacific Crest Trail, Camp Lockett, View East”
I want to explore this subject more, but here, now, I want to quickly jot down a memory impression before it vanishes from looking at it too much. There was a moment on the trail in which I felt myself fainting, veered off to the left, spun down on my seat to a rock of … Continue reading “A Condition Of Confusion”
I made it to the Southern Terminus. Missed the Greyhound to San Diego; no refunds, no applying towards a new ticket. Lost money! Went to the Amtrak station next door. Cheaper and nicer anyway. But the train from Fresno goes to Bakersfield first and then you have to take a bus to LA. There, you … Continue reading “Pacific Crest Trail: Go!”