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Denver Mountain Parks, Mount Falcon

After tying various loose ends for work, I drove up CO-74 making brief stops at Corwina, O'Fallon, and Pence Parks, then finally Mount Falcon's upper parking lot. All of them have potential for making paintings, with easy access, few visitors, lots of views, various tree species, rock outcroppings, etc. I'm sure these places fill up when the snow melts. I painted three watercolors, maybe 20 minutes each, not feeling particularly in tune. It's like I have a case of the Mondays. Nevertheless, paint was applied. When it's all said and done, watercolor may be the medium for me. With hindsight I can see my path toward it so clearly but I don't think I've fully accepted it yet. The feeling of when it hits the paper is so perfectly crisp and sensual at the same time. It bonds with the paper and jumps to life. The part of me that loves books is the same part that loves this medium. And it can handle the high fidelity and high contrast of the Western landscape. It has just the right edges. It also has the inherent conceptual power of it's vehicle - water. Water defines the West in every way. To be continued...

After painting I ran some of the Mount Falcon trails. Quite the slushy slog, but I was happy to notice a pristine set of cat tracks in the snow. A clear "C" between the four toe prints and the pad print. The pad having two lobes facing forward and three lobes facing backwards. It was also placing it's hind paws into the fore paw tracks.

In opposition to my watercolor lovefest above, I was happy to find a box of paint from RGH oil paint when I got home. This is the largest single order of paint I've made since undergrad. The colors are bright and the jars are heavy. They threw in a free jar of Cadmium Orange, which made me smile. It's like the item on the menu I would never think to order. Now if I can just get this stuff to behave like watercolor...