Just a few months ago I was in Joshua Tree to look at property my father bought several years ago. It was a perfect day, warm not hot and the view went on for ever. The land was completely untouched except for the property markers showing where one lot stopped and another started. The land was covered with desert shrubs and I noticed what appeared to be a dry creek meandering its way across the property. I am sure in winter after a rain storm the dry bed is filled with rushing water. There is a a quiet solitude in the desert that speaks to me with no apologies. It is what it is and you take it and like it or you don't. My father loved visiting what he called his "Sand Hill" and walking the land made me remember him and how much he loved the land. Visiting Joshua Tree made for, "A Painting Day".
"Dry Creek" 6x9 inches, oil/ canvas by Ruth Andre