Imagine you are on a road trip, just sitting there like a knitting machine, and your driving husband pulls over and says “I thought you might want a picture of this”.
Wouldn’t that be grand and thoughtful? It is.
Trail Guy and I like to visit his sister in Lake Tahoe. (Hi Laurie!) On one such trip we were passing Kirkwood, and he pulled over so I could photograph this scene. Kirkwood Meadow is outside of Lake Tahoe (south east? south west? just plain southish?) It is a ski resort, but in October it looks like this:
There were several horses in the photos I took. I chose this one and scooted him to a better place. That tiny little horse ’bout done near kilt me off. I had to go paint some nice oversized oranges to recover. Must be a California artist way of getting over the trauma. . . gave me flashbacks to Put-My-Parents-in-the-Painting.
The painting was for several reasons: to see if it is a good subject for a larger painting, because I wanted to paint it, and as a gift for a generous friend who sends me a new book to read almost every month.
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Thanks, Melissa! I’m still so amazed by that Trail Guy, noticing the scene and pulling over for me to take photos. (and the microscopic horse got repainted so many times it is a wonder he isn’t an inch thick!)
It is wonderful!! I have only seen Kirkwood covered with snow and ski bunnies!!! LOL!!! What a warm an serene painting, great job as usual. Hugs!
Mel
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