There was a time when some friends and I would venture horseback into the wilderness areas of Southern Colorado. We hired an outfitter who would use his winter elk hunting camp to humor city slickers like us in the summer. It would take one extra mule just to pack in our beer and other human-comforts. (that would be Southern Comfort, in my drinkin' days.) So, while my buddies were pickin', grinnin', cookin' trout in an iron skillet or just taking siestas....I would do little watercolors like this one. I think I was in my John Singer Sargent period when I painted this...notice the Sargent-like calligraphic shadows on the ground lower left. (yes, John painted brilliant aquarelles!) Notice the "leaning" trees? My question was answered by the natives, that the young trees grew that way from the weight of the winter snows up here on the Continental Divide. Who woulda knew?
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