I have a lot of creative projects in
progress; they simply aren't quite ready to share. In the interests
of keeping this blog alive, I present a field watercolor, which I
painted on the El Capitan trail at Guadalupe Mountains National Park.
The wind blasted and whipped around me as I moved the bubbles of
colored water across the page. As often happens, I felt sorry for the
majority of Americans, who were glued to their smartphones and not
observing the broader world. I even felt sorry for trail runners, so
bent on breaking up the trail at maximum speed, that they miss the
beautiful landscape it contains. People feel most alive when they are
in the present moment, and using all five senses. Meditation helps
with this, I am told. Impatient with traditional forms of meditation,
painting on a windy hill with a hundred-mile view of mountains and
rolling plains can be, for now, my substitue.
