2 things i really enjoyed in palm springs.
- working in my big black derwent sketchbook
- discovering andreas canyon
i was here last in the mid-90’s and it’a a blur, BUT i did remember the shaggy palms. like all great trees that cast spells on me – joshua trees, coast redwoods, sequoias, italian stone pines, my beloved quercuss agrifolas (coast live oak) in my front yard, monterrey pines, and many many more – these palms have personality.
they are big and friendly and want to be admired. i was only too happy to run my hands over their grassy skirts and study their textured trunks.
a thick ribbon of palms wind their way along the canyon bottom. there was a creek rumbling along when we were there. i imagine it is only active during winter and probably is created from snowmelt from the san jacinto mountains that tower above palm springs.
this area is a wonderland of desert beauty.
next time you’re out this way venture into the indian canyon parklands home to the agua caliente band of cahuilla indians. this is the easiest of half dozen or so hikes you can take through these lands. a very scenic path winds through the canyon past groves of washingtonia filifera – california fan palms.
some close-ups of the pages i showed in the last post.
i snapped this picture at the art retreat last weekend. pam’s bag crammed full of thangs and a few of my sketchbooks on the floor beside it.
home again home again jiggety jig.
if rudy giuliani had a younger blue-haired sister, my portrait of carol below could be her. just saying.
it’s taken me all week to paint these shells. 20 minutes here, 20 minutes there. like that.
i hope you’re shakin’ your groove thing, making big plans, taking lots of naps, rustling up some tasty meals, lost in a stack of new books, staring at the winter sky, dozing in front of a roaring fire. you’ll keep me posted.