Rock Paintings
Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 02-07-2012
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Since my retirement, one of the other things I do to stay out of Sweeties way, oh, I don’t know it may be better said, one of the other things I do to hide out, yeah, I think thats better said….is to paint rocks. I try to find rocks that will stand up, but that is hard to do, but you can find them. With my painting, I am hampered by a tremor that I inherited from my Mother. Painting when my arms are tired is almost impossible as that makes the temor worse. But when I am relaxed and rested I can do fair. I took up painting and writing after my by-pass surgery a few years ago. I am still not good, but I am getting better. I wanted to share my latest rock with you guys. I was kind of proud of how this one turned out…..Pete
Rock painting! Writing for the enjoyment and past time rather than to make a living! Oh! the joy of retirement and living the life of one’s dreams! I don’t think it is for me. Not quite yet anyway! For that reason, I am opposed to mandatory retirement at any particular age. Everyone is different and should decide that magic age for himself or herself.
By the way, were these pictures of your rock paintings taken at your house in Albuquerque? Where’s the grass and the greenery? I am reminded again of those Kirtland years when greenery meant those two weeks out of the year when the tunbleweed and the pampas grass began to grow a little before the enchanted wind tore it up by the roots an started them to tumble in the enchanted wind. I wish this drought would break soon because it is becoming increasingly difficult to convince my wife of the retirement opportunity at Mesa del Sol now that it is open and there are houses to show. I still would like to see them though, even if they are “dry as a bone” with only the “greenery” of Al Gore known only to Gore’s Green Generation”. Oh know! I heard that Schott Solar was closing! First, it was Salindra! Now, Schott! Mesa del Sol is fading rapidly in the enchanted wind.
I forgot! Great paintings! If you can’t have flowers and green grass, at least paint it on the rocks. On the bright side, it appears there are plenty. Again, on the bright side, I don’t thing that any mowing, watering, or fertilizing is required.
I have a wonderful back yard. Had I took the picture against the sun you could have seen the grass. Not a big back yard, but enough for an old cogger like me. I love my back yard. Our private place and by the way, Sweetie has flowers, some of which I use as models, and my hang out….Thanks for the nice comments on the rocks and by the way, I am on my way out the door to mow…Had a good rain last night….much needed..Pete
Neat! I’m glad you have grass, and Helen has flowers. Things appear to have changed dramatically from the pictures that I see on Google Earth of the high desert around the old Goat Farm with which I am familiar as well as other areas on the old Sandia and Monsanto Bases (now Kirtland).. It is difficult to find a tree. The beautiful populars that we planted, watered, and nourished so painstakingly to line the road going into the Farm appear to be almost gone except for a few scrubby remains. When I zoom in to the max, even the tumbleweed, pampus grass, and other desert vegetation that I remember being almost as high as me is almost gone leaving a vast expanse of nothingness. I know! I don’t really believe Google. I must go out and see for myself. This we must do, hopefully after this drought is over. I hope Mesa del Sol can replace Schott Solar. More importantly, I hope Obama didn’t give them more billions of our tax dollars to take into oblivion with them. What kind of industry would consider the high desert for a factory site anyway other than a solar panel company. Perhaps a smartphone company, but Bill Gates considered and rejected that idea a long time ago. Why can’t we just leave the high desert the way the Lord made it: beautiful, dry, hot, and healthy where one can ride a bike all day, drink a gallon of water, and not even need a bath at the end of the day. Beautiful country! I’m glad I spent four years of my life there, and I look forward to retiring there someday, hopefully, if it don’t dry up and blow away in the enchanted wind.