Zion Day 21

Three weeks in, one to go, wow time flies.

The sun hit the top of Lady Mountain bright and full, but then a thin, almost invisible cloud layer muted the sun all day and it is supposed to rain/snow tonight or tomorrow.

I painted all day and got my East Temple painting to a completion point. At least to the point I need to set it aside and live with it for a while.

I looked up to the top of Angels Landing this morning and didn’t see the snowman, he must have lost his way in the dark, ………or jumped. I looked over at the base of Angels and there was snow scattered everywhere, but there were no recognizable parts. I don’t know what they’ll do, maybe do a water test, to notify next of kin. There was no I.C.E. number to be found, which you would think he, of anyone, would have.

Last night I went out and shot the canyon in moonlight. I took several shots, trying to get the major peaks while there were no clouds. I got some usable material, I think I can create a painting or two out of them.

Here are a couple of results from last night.

  West Temple, Oak Creek Canyon

 
 Behind the Grotto

 Mountain of the Sun,(at night)

I had a couple of different visitors today. A truck pulled right up to the Grotto and four guys got out and came to the door. Three of them were from Tennessee and one grew up around here ( he was acting as their tour guide) They were looking at the grotto because one man was seeking out old CCC camps and buildings from that era. He is 92, and worked for the CCC when in the 1930’s. He was a stone mason and they cut stone for different projects in Tennessee. He worked on a monument for Orville Wright and met him during the construction.

I told them about my little speaking engagement tomorrow at the Lodge and they said they would definitely be there….. that should be at least seven of us now, wo-hoo it’s a party.

Later in the afternoon a lady knocked on the door and asked “Are you Dennis? I was told to come see you.”

She was painting over at the base of Angels Landing and our four visitors stopped to talk to her and see what she was painting.

She said they looked at her painting and said” Oh…. you need to go see the artist over in that building and see him paint”

Not the best words of encouragement for her. However she did come over and we visited for a while. She was “attending” an Art Teachers Conference in St George and appears to have gotten lost, and found herself plein-air painting in Zion. I can understand how that can happen. I won’t give her name in case my mother or one of the other six folks here is affiliated with the conference, I’ll just give her website www.caroljohansen.com that way you can see her art without revealing her name.