|Farewell to Taos!|
We had rain in the night, but we awoke to a full moon setting in the west and fog-wrapped mountains in the east. The morning air was filled with the fragrance of sage. Sage is everywhere, but it's not until the rain bruises its tiny leaves that you really understand the spirit of Taos.
After breakfast and critiques, we headed out. We went back to Arroyo Seco, which has become one of our favorite painting spots. Although we'd gone there a couple of days ago, that day was overcast; today we had a lot more sun, and it gave the town a whole different aspect. We set up in the parking lot of the church and went to work.
|L to R: Robert, Tara, Me (vacant easel), Jim, Nancy (not pictured, Linda)|
|Arroyo Seco church 9x12 pastel|
Caveat: Perspective looks "off," but this not a plumb structure
|Arroyo Seco clouds 9x9 pastel|
We had a really great week with wonderful comraderie. Thanks to everyone who came! Here are the happy campers:
|L to R: Nancy, Linda, me, Robert, Trina, Jim and Tara|
I'll write more from Indiana. Till then, happy trails!