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Governor’s Landing


img_8347-mAfter a full morning of work, I had the afternoon free to explore.

I think I have been to Del Rio four or five times; Seminole Canyon twice and Amistad Reservoir three times. The Reservoir separates Mexico from Texas. There doesn’t seem to be much difference between the two…rocky hills covered with mesquite, sage, prickly pear, and lechugilla and a few other cactus varieties… not the different colors denoting countries on maps. Today, though there was a lot of water in the reservoir.

And plenty of people! Coolers, grills, floaty cushions, canoes, jet-skis, fishing boats, speed boats, and more people. People at the picnic tables, people under the bridge on floaties, people wading,

I wandered down to test the water—and it was the perfect temperature to play in—the outside temperature hot—and I wished I had brought a swimsuit or my water shoes—I have waded through water soaking my pant-legs many times.

I took a few minutes to sit down at a picnic table and do some sketching. There was quite a bit of wind and so I faced away from the wind toward the reservoir. I have wanted to do plein air painting but my cute little water color set is somewhere at home.

But I always have a sketchbook with me. In drawing class many years ago, I got into the habit of drawing with a ball point—with practice and I had to fill a large sketchbook outside of class time for each class every semester. Shading with the side of the pen is possible.

It took a long time for me to realize I could write in them as well—not just dating and naming the place—and so now. They have become a reference to the things I see and do and the events I attend. The pile of sketchbooks has grown but I refer back to them often.

In case you were wanting to see the sketch—that sketchbook is still in my truck. It is raining too hard for me to want to run out to get it.

More photos of the Reservoir are here including the ones from the past organized by most recent to first:




Condensing to the essence


I’ve often wondered what it is about the simple figures in cave paintings and the stick figures of children that is so appealing–at least to me. The above image is from Diablo Canyon just outside of Del Rio. These paintings are slowly fading away but they retain the energy and vitality of their origin.

The canyon itself is magnificent with sweeping views of a tributary to the Rio Grande, lots of rocks, and dry weather adapted foliage sparsely arranged on the hillsides. Our tour guides detailed suppositions about the life led by the people who created these images–always male but can you not imagine the determined little girl who snuck out at night and painted a figure or two.

More photos of the paintings, the canyon, Amistad Resevoir and downtown Del Rio are on my smug mug site here:

I was asked to return to Del Rio in a few weeks but I had to turn them down–September sounds a better month and I can return to the canyon to see it again.

The question remains–how do you condense a feeling, an experience, an event to the very essence of it–and should it be a piece of visual art or maybe it should be a song.