August-September 2019 / http://www.outdoorpainter.com
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Thebouldersareoftentoolargeandthe
watertoorapidtowalkeasily,soat timesI have
totaketothewoods,movefurtherupstream,
andthencheckontheriverviewsperiodically
—allthewhileimaginingthebeautyaroundthe
nextbend.
A coupleof brookcrossings,infairlyhigh
waterfromthesnowmeltingoffthesummitsof
thehighpeaks,areunavoidable.Thewoodsare
thickwithbitingbugsandspiky conifers, and
the going is tough at times.
“Nature was never
limited by the four
walls of a rectangular
painting panel.”
Afteranhourorsoof thistreatment,I
starttopaylessattentiontotheslowgoing,and
start waxing intellectual as I plod along. I watch
myfeetas I askmyself,“WhatamI searching
for?”A voiceinmyheadreplies,“Youdon’thave
tosearchforbeauty.Thisexperienceis it.It is
morning,andyoudon’thaveanywhereelseto
betoday.Youhavearrived.”
I lookup,unawarethatI amstanding
besidethemostbrilliant,deep,andbeauti-
fulemeraldpoolthattheimaginationcould
possiblymuster.It beginswitha rushingwhite
waterfall,mergingandmixingintothefrothy
extravagance of the glowing green and gold
Jackson Falls in Early Spring, oil on panel, 18 x 24 in.