Flowering aspen branches dusted with spring snow
Alright, so because winter seems to dredge on for weeks too long here, the tradition is to pack up and go somewhere drier and warmer for a few days during mud season. One such place that beckons us mountain folk is Moab, Utah. Almost everyone we know in this county is taking exodus this weekend with camping gear in tow to the canyons and arches of Moab. It seemed like a good enough idea. Our friends Chad and Kris were very persisitent that we should follow suit and leave the dirt and mud behind for a mini vacation where the days are warm, the nights are cool, and the landscape is unlike any other. “Sounds like a plan!” we agreed, and so we leave tomorrow.
My plan is to take a plethora of photographs in early morning and late day light, to be used later as reference for paintings. I have been accumulating a wealth of images of the Winter Park/Fraser Valley, and of course most of them involve snowy mountains and trees. Moab should provide me with a little diversity in imagery. Not that I don’t love my mountains, mind you. A little change in scenery can only be inspiring.
