Blackness of the storm stood strong against the mountains. It was a study of contrasts in action.
The afternoon sun shed shreds of light on the delicate foliage in front of me, and the dark prongs of last summers fire stood silently against the velvet mountains. The last of the spring grasses created a horizontal passage of rich yellow green. I painted like mad before the clouds let loose and Mimi shooed the boys back to the truck. The painting could have had a bit more detail, but Mimi and I loved it just the was it was.
Before the storm.Summer 1982.
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