Smooththroat Stoneseed, White Mountains, AZ
22×28 original oil on canvas
August is a special time in the high elevations of Arizona’s White Maintains. In years of plentiful rain, the grasslands burst with colorful wildflowers, that sway in the breeze and soak up the last bit of warmth before autumn sets in.
It was the last day of our annual visit to the X Diamond Ranch on the banks of the Little Colorado River. As is often the case with me, I just needed to explore one more place. Randy and I walked the large expanse of grassy plateau and I could hear the rush of swollen waters racing towards the Grand Canyon below us. I thought about who had walked this ground before me. Native Indians, settlers, ranchers, wanderers.
Then, I saw yellow; Stoneseed flowers moving slightly in the tall grass, as if dancing one last dance, before the cold of winter.
I close my eyes and I can see, smell, and hear the time and place again.