Church In The Hills
Acrylic on paper, 12″x16″
I loved walking in the sandy arroyos in autumn when all the cottonwoods were glowing with gold, the chamisa was turning yellow, the purple wildflowers were bountiful and the mountains were showing their first snow. One crisp, fall day I got a great view of a church in the hills surrounded by all this beauty. I couldn’t help feeling that the real church was right here in all this natural wonder and color.