This scene was inspired by a sunset in the Eagle Mountain park where I saw a deer — closest to me in my life.
Such a wonderful pleasure are the smells of the high desert. The Sage and Chamisa and Apache Plume sweeten the dry air with delicate fragrances. The desert comes alive in the early fall when the Chamisa sweeps the hills with it various shade of yellow.
The Pacific Coast is a fairly tale dream to me. As a child during my family’s many trips to the West coast, I played in the surf. I was actually afraid of it, but I never told anyone. The big black rocks seemed like monsters to me. And the crashing waves were scary things that chased me back to the shore.