Summer is still on full blast here in the desert southwest. Though school has started and the kids lament the return of the drudgery and routine (I can hardly blame them) we are barely into the dog days of summer and ...there is still another month and a half of this left. The skies present some great inspiration though and, as I'm always looking up for more of that, I run the very real risk of tripping over stuff. Speaking of tripping...I'd like to quote a favorite song that reflects pretty accurately the last trip I was on. It goes..."In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously" (If you can finish the rest of the verse I'll give you some kind of prize. I promise it will be better than a sharp stick in the eye.) Life is one big trip and oh how I would love to have a first-class ticket sometimes. Alas, here we are in coach breathing in all that recycled air and hoping for a smooth landing. A little glimpse, from time to time, at the glory out the window is highly recommended and indeed necessary ...especially during those long flights. Here's a preview of what you might see looking to your right from seat 28F coming into to Las Cruces at 7pm. This painting is available here. PS. I was driving through New Mexico when I took the pictures used to make this painting. The airplane imagery was used only for poetical and analogous comparisons, Verbal seasoning if you will. ...artistic licence etc.
