Whenever I stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon, I am humbled and honored. The moment is profound and I am inspired to paint my experience but there is never enough canvas! Curt Walters, master artist of the Grand Canyon is doing really big paintings these days - I wonder if he feels the same way.
I can't remember a time when I've been in Monument Valley and there was no wind. It's usually whipping my hair around, pounding in my ears, pushing and shoving. Look up and you may see a hawk, wings outstretched almost suspended in midair, happily taking advantage of the volatile current. How is the view from up there?