Monday’s Washday

This is my 5 year old daughter Miriam, and her great-grandmother, Doris. They are visiting, smoothing, folding, and hanging. Doris told us that when she was little every Monday they went to the washateria. All the neighbors were there, and there was always coffee. They packed sandwiches, and someone always made a cake. They washed, and the children played, they worked, and helped. We don’t have wash day anymore, I can drop a load of laundry in anytime…I sometimes think about all that we have lost with the gains in technology.

Beautiful Storm

10″ x *’ pastel on sanded paper Daily Painting #16

I painted this with an underpainting that I washed in with denatured alcohol. For some reason the drips were hard to paint over in places, but it seemed to work ok with the rain in the finished painting.

Abiquiu to Ruidoso

14″x11″ pastel on sanded paper

Anyone who has traveled with children in the car knows what it is like to spend a month in a car one day. Often, road trip time feels slow – sometimes I am in the right frame of mind to savor and enjoy time passing. This was one of those days. We drove from Ghost Ranch in northern New Mexico, down to Ruidoso. The children slept, the rain fell, and we savored the drive – we watched the landscape unfold and open up around us, and we accepted the gift that was simply being present. It would take a month to paint the drive from this day, perhaps I will try.

Through Hiking the CDT

pastel on sanded paper 9″x11″ Daily Painting#11

We were traveling past Ghost ranch into Christ in the Desert Monastery a week ago, and we ran into Greg and Clement through hiking the Continental Divide Trail, a national scenic running 3,100 miles (5,000 km) between Mexico and Canada. We dream of through hiking a trail one day, and we love through hiking culture. Greg and Clement were delightful, if you would like to learn more about their hike read here: