To close out 2014, an interpretation of an ancient Bristlecone and some words to go along with the sketch. My initial thought was to work with the natural curves and twisting lines of the tree, but when pencil touched paper something else happened and I just went with it. Therese and I found this particular Bristlecone up near Carson Pass. There was a large granite boulder near the tree that.. Read More
At 81 degrees along the Carson River, the day feels more like late July than mid October, but the explosion of yellow ochre leaves no doubt as to which season we’re in.