A Walk in the Holy Cross Wilderness

The 123,000-acre Holy Cross Wilderness is named for the craggy (and at times considered spiritual) “fourteener”, Mount of the Holy Cross. Glacial action that occured tens of thousands of years ago has carved steep cirques and dramatic cliff faces. This high-elevation landscape is also characterized by softer rolling terrain.

The Frying Pan valley provided me great hiking access to this area where fall foliage glowed

Amongst the folds and textures of ancient schists, granites and gneiss.

My feeling of being immersed in a wonderful ever-changing painting deepened as sunset colors caressed this watery landscape.

And after a starry half-moon night, I woke early to see the fleeting silvers and golds of sunrise.

The half-moon reminded me of the orange-gold of the previous night’s Alpenglow.

As the glaciers have melted, the amount of frozen water has diminished. Now, this area is repleat with lakes and tarns. It provides headwaters to many creeks and streams.

However, sadly, in places such as the Homestake Reservoir, this water has been impounded and diverted for use by Front Range cities. Further potential impoundments are possible and I urge readers to join in efforts to halt such proposals.

Always changing and growing, let’s be custodians of our wondrous, deeply-textured, life-giving, high-atitude landscapes!

Weminuche Magic

It was forecast to be a wet week in the San Juans, but the two S’s felt that it’s always a good time to be in the mountains. After the last few dry, fiery summers, moisture would be welcome.

Early morning starts were essential to cover ground before the clouds expanded to join with the landscape below.

Mornings were clear, with a brilliant full moon.

We noted local occupants of the lake shores as we wandered their edges.

While light and water danced to the changes of day.

And flower petals glowed seductively against dark skies.

Mosses, lichens, sedges and rushes formed meadows and edges among the watery landscape.

Our silvery umbrellas like sentinels, reminded us of the night’s rain storm.

Still the mists swirled while colors unfurled.

Summer Landscapes ’22

I’ve wandered through diverse landscapes this summer – from attending a wedding at Boston’s Harbor Islands, to discovering a miner’s cabin high in the Hunter-Frying Pan Wilderness. I enjoyed painting the Crystal River near Redstone, CO at a Plein Air Festival, and outlining Mt Sopris from Red Hill, above Carbondale. Here is a sampling of watercolors:

View at Thompson Island, Boston
Miner’s Cabin, Hunter-Frying Pan Wilderness
Tarn Colors Turn
“Crystal Clear” at Redstone Plein Air Festival (Sold)
Mount Sopris Musings
Mount Sopris Reflections