As
I sit on a ragged rock observing and drawing a
small waterfall which comes froma larger roaring one just
a few switchbacks above, I feel the warm sun along with
a cool gentle breeze. I hear a variety of bird calls and
imagine they are communicating with each other even though
their language is as much diverse as our human language,
but yet we can communicate through other means. I am in
another world.
I tune out
the individual activities of my hiking group and concentrate
on the variety of colors, textures, shapes, and forms before
me as I try to capture this individual fall which comes
from a larger one and it makes me reflect on the information
that was given in the morning prior to our hike. It is amazing
to imagine that this beautiful Yosemite Valley was once
covered in water. Could this fall be a remnant of that fact?
I continue
to paint and draw this wonderful fall and it brings me peace.
The repetitive movement of the fall of water is therapuetic
and it helps me concentrate on the details that I try to
capture in my drawing.
