In the heat of August I often catch myself dreaming of Fall and cooler weather. Today I was thinking about Yellowstone National Park. It has been six years since K and I have been to Slough Creek. I miss the smell of sagebrush and the cool crisp air. All these thoughts of mountains and flyfishing inspired me start on a Smoky Mountain landscape linocut. I started cutting it monday night. Tuesday I made some finer cuts. Yesterday I had to take advantage of the break in the rain to mow the lawn. I’m hoping to get started on printing this evening after I run a few errands in town.
This photo brings back a lot of memories. It was taken on the first night of our pack trip along Slough Creek. I had flown to Kansas City on business on September 10th, 2001. It was the best flight of my life….too bad everything changed the next day. I was stranded in Kansas City. We were supposed to be in West Yellowstone the following week. So K bless her heart drove my truck to Kansas City and picked me up. From there we went on to Montana. Terry Search of Yellowstone Mountain Guides told us that most of his clients who booked the pack trip to Slough Creek had cancelled. It would only be us and an older couple going into the third meadow to camp. I couldnt think of a better place to contemplate the meaning of life as in an open meadow looking up into the blackest sky where the heavenly stars shone brighter than anyplace I’ve ever been.
The Heron 