Last Friday, husband’s planned hike to a 14-er didn’t work out, so instead, he and I went to Castlewood Canyon to do a simple hike, something I could handle. It was beautiful with the changing colors of the leaves. Where I’m looking toward in the photo was once a damn built in 1890. The dam broke in 1933 causing a disastrous flood. Now it’s land for homes and pasture for cows. Last time we visited we saw the broken dam, but this time we took a different route, a more scenic route, to appreciate the beauty and peacefulness of the land.
Some watercolors I did through a course on Skillshare. I used the Kuretake watercolor set I posted a photo of in a previous post. I am getting a lot more comfortable with watercolor but I am still far from my own style and confidence. I’ve also learned that paper quality is very important. In the first two paintings, I used 90 lb Strathmore papers, and in the second two, I used 140 lb Strathmore papers. The difference is extreme. The 140 didn’t buckle and held on to water much better.
Earlier this week I was standing next to my oldest daughter and found myself really tilting my head up to look at her. Suddenly it occurred to me that she had grown a few more inches! She’s 4 inches taller than me now.
Speaking of growth, the maple has also grown, a lot. It’s still a baby but it’s looking better each year.
It’s been raining for a few days now, although, it seems the sun has come up today. The forecast for the week should be more rain and maybe even sleet on Mother’s Day. I actually love the rain and gray clouds. It might feel gloomy and depressing but it makes the earth so rich and vibrant with colors.
I’ve been meaning to take photos of the plants in the yard but kept forgetting until this morning. I’m really glad I got some nice shots. I’m always in awe of how drew droplets randomly sit on the leaves and flowers in such a way that it takes my breath away. I feel blessed to experience this small part of nature. It’s something so unimportant, yet, it gives me happiness.
“The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.” (Oliver Wendell Holmes)