I know…”why would anybody put a rock in a frying pan?”
Well, the Frying Pan in this case is a river about thirty minutes from where I live. Geographically speaking, it has its beginnings in the White River National Forest, runs down a canyon to Basalt Colorado, and feeds into the Roaring Fork river, which in turn feeds into the mighty Colorado river in Glenwood Springs Colorado. The Colorado then flows on down to the Pacific ocean near the border of Mexico and Baja California.
The Frying Pan is a pretty little free-stone river and a well known destination for those who like to stand in streams and fly fish for trout. The canyon through which it passes has dropped some rather large boulders from its walls over the eons and this happens to be one of them. A rock in the Frying Pan. I found it interesting because a stunted, lone pine tree had lived its short life aboard this rock…a skeleton being all that remains in the patch of grass that provided its start. The rock too was interesting. In fact, for a person who likes rocks and geology, this is a great place to spend your time. And if that person also likes to sketch or paint, well there ya go friend. Rocks, a canyon, a river, trout, fly fishermen, pines, watercolors, paper, brushes, sunshine, low humidity, a nice breeze, no snakes…and time. And I guess a Bud Light if you’re so inclined. Just don’t leave the can.
This is an ACEO (Art Cards, Editions, and Originals) painting 
Pooped Pup
Fact is I’ve been lazy. At least I admit my faults without hesitation eh?
I thought I’d resurrect “The Book of Ben” with this sketch and also post the other sketches in the book since I love this little fella so much. He’s an angel in disguise I’m convinced. So over the next few days I’ll post the previous pages in the book. All of which used to exist here prior to the hack job. The dates on the sketches won’t jive with the blog, but hey, neither does this one
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