Instead of confining my adventures to Three Rivers and Mineral King, I went into Yokohl Valley. Not sure if this beautiful place will survive because of the plans of Boswell to create a new town. The building up of Orange County in my childhood horrified me – it looked less rural every time we visited Grandma or Grammy. It would break my heart to see that happen here in Tulare County. Yes, I know everyone has to live somewhere; please, let it be somewhere else! Michael came along as my driver so I could fill my eyes and decide where to stop without causing wrecks. We worked the first layer of the road along with a wee bit of trespassing over the course of 2 days. The flowers were fantastic. It is hard for me to compose shots of just hills and grass; my better pictures involved fences, trees and/or flowing water. Here are a few ideas for upcoming paintings:
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Oh Diane, I wish you could escape! My memories of all that growth in Orange County are also beige – all those stucco walls surrounding all those stucco houses. I have a friend who loves all shades of beige – she calls them taupe, oatmeal, mushroom, fawn, camel, and I used to always tell her – “it’s just another word for beige and it is BORING!”
I realized that I have now lived in Orange County half my life … 29 years. When I first moved here, there were no homes across the street. The smell of chicken manure in the spring was wonderful. (Only those of us who grew up in rural country side would understand.) I live in Irvine where everything is a shade of beige … I kid you not. Seeing green in your photos is a blessing. Thank you …
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