Georgia O’Keefe was right about the colors. The landscape, where green blooms from dry brown, red, pink, and orange, defies logic. Mountain. Mesa. Valley. Colors of the rainbow trout. And the backdrop of it all, a blue dreamt up by painters and poets.
Kept thinking about O’Keefe while I looked at her land, the Pedernal Mountain that God told her she could have if she painted it often enough. And I wonder, can I see what she saw here? I want to. I really do. But that’s a little weird, and it’s good, too, to see what I see. Through my eyes.
Is it possible, though, Freudian analysis aside, that O’Keefe and I would agree that Chimney Rock bears an uncanny resemblance to . . . well, you decide.
2 comments:
Isn't this the favorite place of Ansel Adams too? I'm intrigued about it now that you've seen it and I've read your entry. I will have to make my own opinion about the nature of Ghost Rock by visiting there myself. Thanks for sharing your vision through your words. I'd rather see it that way (or through my own eyes) than through anyone else.
I think you may be right about Ansel Adams. Don't know for sure, but that sounds right. Check out my next blog for my own pics, if I can figure out how to attach them...
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