A Painting and a Poem for my Son and new Daughter on their wedding day.
Inhale this moment with all of your senses and hold it in your heart forever. It will be the second wind that will carry you over the peaks and through the valleys ahead. It will be a cache of gratitude that you will draw upon when the bitter headwinds blow. Pause and feel the warmth of the summer sun on your shoulders. Notice the gentle breeze, how it cools your brow and causes the fields to sway and vibrate. Breathe in the fragrance of the flowers and the fresh perfume of life. Hear the velvet noise of the distant tumbling water, a fitting accompaniment for the Lyric of the songbird.
This moment is special! In your mind’s eye you can see pools of deep turquoise colored water reflecting granite and snow and sky. Emerging trickles meander without haste through the high alpine meadows. Ever so steadily these head-waters gain might and agility and vigor. Youthful streams rush down the mountainsides as if there were no tomorrow and in the mist of the cascades, indigo and violet complete the spectrum before you. In your minds eye, it is here that you witness and celebrate the merging of two streams. From this point forward the path will be carved by the strength of the two together. Yes this moment is special! Inhale it with all of your senses and hold it in your heart forever.
“Metes And Bounds” – Acrylic on Canvas – 28″x20″
Pause, feel the warmth of the early summer sun, see the beauty of the “here”, reach out and touch the “now”. This moment is your point of beginning and from this place your journey will be like running prose.
You will traverse up hills and you will stroll through meadows, you will celebrate summits and you will pace through valleys. At first you will “zig”, thence you will “zag” in degrees and minutes yet not determined.
Monuments will be discovered and Markers will be placed from hence you stride for new hopes and dreams.
Terrestrial Law says that seasons will change and night will follow day. So too, in Metes and Bounds, the compass never forgets the point of beginning.
The landscape immediately to the East of I-25, between the cities of Pueblo and Trinidad (Colorado) is uncomplicated yet stunningly beautiful. Horizontal lines give way to plateaus, hills and canyons and the clouds of summer seem to reach up to heaven. There is something etherial and romantic about the High Plains. At first sight, the Pioneers of yesterday must have sensed more than ever that they had departed their old life, that their dreams of reaching the Rockies and beyond were coming to fruition, that anything was possible. For the same reasons I chose this scene as a way to express myself as I come to terms with the significance of my Daughters wedding day. This painting is for Casey and her new Husband Nace. I can’t help but to feel great about their future together when I visualize them working together in the field, harvesting crops or building fence. I rejoice when I see how happy they are simply being together, the best of friends.