Sometimes life gets the better of me.  What’s the old saying? “Too many irons in the fire.” I realize I am not the only one to experience this.  But I have a work around.  One of the first and longest trips my wife and I have made in our marriage was going to Glacier National Park. We stayed for a week and took advantage of every moment. Most vacations that I hear about from friends wear them out.  They joke that they had to come back home to rest. Glacier for us, was not like that. It was a slow, laidback, peaceful week of bliss.  We made friends with park rangers, our hosts at the B & B, other tourists, and a few furry marmots. We marveled at the huge amount of sky, and how it seemed that without warning or pretense God threw the Rocky Mountains onto what were once plains.  The Rockies are much different than our experience at Smokey Mountains. When the world starts spinning out of control this is one of my happiest memories to restore my sanity. 

Acrylic paint on Birch plywood. Measurement: painting: 9.5 inches wide by 23 inches tall. Housed in a simple gold vintage frame.