11 O’Clock Wall

With an odd horizontal symmetry, this image slides to the left only to be halted by the thin vertical that runs up the side.  This was a wall in San Miguel de Allende.  Large fields of color punctuated by streaks like a Clyfford Still painting.  I often wonder what the sculpted porticoes were intended for, too high for an alcove but angled perfectly to capture the light. As per my usual method, this was shot in sections then stitched,...

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Rainmaker

“The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.” -William Least Heat Moon   Somewhere heading south of Pueblo the road opens up so suddenly you can almost hear the sound.  You are driving along and, “Whoosh,” the world around you spills out like water, as though you had emerged from a long, shrouded tunnel,  and all you see is sky, sky, sky. This is done with watercolor on paper...

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