When I was a teen, I was once struck by the incredible fruit that is the orange. I had my family shaking their heads and rolling their eyes as I waxed on about how they are SO AMAZING. I can't for the life of me remember what my big 'oranges are amazing' speech included, and have often stared at one since, wondering what I was so crazy about.
I still like oranges, especially their juice, - but, really?
As if the orange is somehow more special than any of God's other fruit and vegetable creations.
I mean, come on, asparagus is clearly the leader of that race.
By the way, this particular variety is the Cara Cara, a red-fleshed orange.
Most days, choosing what to paint can be the most agonizing part of my process. I had in mind to paint something sunny, and after indecisively perusing a bunch of late summer farm/landscape type pics, I moved further back to the unofficial first day of summer in my photo library, the 4th of July. I've passed by this photo dozens of times, but today, it reached out and grabbed me, and my mind was (finally) made up.
On last 4th of July, we watched the parade in our small town and then loaded up the car for a fabulous camping trip to southern Oregon.
We're not far from the lovely city of Portland, and I snapped this picture as we cruised through, admiring buildings and bridges and the beautiful blue sky.
I didn't know it when I started painting this morning, but a little internet search tells me this gorgeous steeple belongs to St. Patrick Catholic Church in Portland.
Here in the pnw/upperleftusa, we do not take our shadows for granted.
We also brake for rusty barn lights mounted on overlapping corrugated tin.
By 'we' of course I mean 'I', and I am so glad we're moving into full-time shadow season. Ok, so that's a few months away. But, we have seen a little more sunshine lately, so I was able to take my young'uns on one of my rambling inspiration-seeking drives around the neighborhood.
The sun was shining, the windows were rolled down, and all three of my boys took a little springing-forward induced nap.
I snapped several photos of this elevator a couple of summers ago when we were driving through eastern Montana. I wasn't sure exactly what small town we were passing through, but in one of my pics there's a giant 'W' made of white rocks up on that hillside. (I love those homemade smalltown monograms, by the way.) After a little map sleuthing along our route (thank you Google Maps), I found the tiny town of Winnett, and, to its south, the satellite photos reveal a giant 'W'. :)
The cartophile in me is geeking out right now.
(Don't even get me started about Google Earth - I can wile away hour upon hour exploring the world via satellite images. It's just incredible!)