“To Sweep the Sky”

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“To Sweep the Sky” – SongShan, China – Pastel on Canson, 16×20″/41×51 cm

“To Sweep the Sky” – Pastel on Canson, 16×20″/41×51 cm
I often wonder what it felt like to be the first human being to set foot here. Some of these trails were blazed thousands of years ago by explorers who returned home to speak of legends. Here, the rocks rise up to sweep the sky. As I hike through the ravines and across cliffs guarded by lofty spires, I am accompanied by the spirits of the first visitors. The legends they told were true. I am witness. To me, such places speak of home.

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“Intermezzo” – Soft Pastel

“Intermezzo” – Soft Pastel

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“Intermezzo” – Taiwan – Soft pastel on sandpaper, 8.7×5.3″/22×13.4 cm

“Intermezzo” – Taiwan – Soft pastel on sandpaper, 8.7×5.3″/22×13.4 cm

Beitou has a wealth of local trails. Danfengshan is a favorite. In the middle of a busy week, you can walk down past the park and head up into the steep hills. It’s a great workout for the legs, and you’re surrounded by dense woods until you break out on the ridge. The view outward is expansive. The weather’s good tomorrow, so we’re going back up there!

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“Steadfast” – Pen & Ink

“Steadfast” – Pen & Ink

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It took hours to hike in, and it was worth every step. At lunch, we sat by an emerald lake in silence. A few more miles brought us here, surrounded by peaks that–eons ago–had been buried under heavy ice. These were the stalwarts, those that remained standing after all else had been scraped, carved and carried away. They stood cracked and broken, yes, and crumbling even as we watched, but steadfast nonetheless. This peak was but one of many. So are we.

“Beckoning” – Pen & Ink

“Beckoning” – Pen & Ink

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“Beckoning” – Arches N.P., UT – Pen and ink – 11.25×8.25″/285×205 mm

“Beckoning” – Arches N.P. – Utah
– Pen & Ink on watercolor paper – 11.25×8.25″/285×205 mm
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The trail is long, rocky and dusty. The sun is hot. We have traveled for miles already. Still, the juniper beckons. We follow.

What the Glacier Left Behind

What the Glacier Left Behind

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“The Remainder” – Acrylic on Canvas – 16.1×10.6″/41×27 cm

We couldn’t see much in the fog. No one could. Cairns placed haphazardly anywhere and everywhere gave no direction at all. I headed away from the group, up into the mists, until I could see no one else. All was quiet, save for the jostling of stones under my boots. How far these stones had traveled, broken loose, carried along, ground down in the massive river of ice that carved out this slope. The ice is long gone. These stones, covered in their green mosses and red algae, hidden in the mists–these are the remainder. They lie there still, lost in the fog, slowly breaking down bit by bit.

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Inner Vision: “Emerging”

Inner Vision: “Emerging”

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“Emerging” – Inner Vision – Acrylic on Canvas – 13×17.9″/33×45.5 cm

“Emerging” – Acrylic on Canvas – 13×17.9″/33×45.5 cm

The path to this sacred place is long and difficult.
Many times have I come to stand on this shore
waiting, hoping for a glimpse.
Each time, I have had to leave before the darkness falls.
Time and again, I have returned.
You knew I would.
Once more the arduous journey is taken.
Patience, persistence, openness, constancy, trust.
You emerge.
I see you.

The Epic Quest for the Monticello Rocks

 

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They didn’t look like this, really.

 

I saw the marking for the Monticello Rocks on Google Maps and traced the route from where we are staying. It just sounded cool. “Monticello Rocks.” Ever the adventurer, Ping was game. Thus, we set forth.

Anticipation gripped us like a cheap pair of shorts that had shrunk in the dryer. Every turn in the road brought us closer, closer, closer…WAIT! I think those are the rocks! YES! Rocks, they are! Ah, the excitement, the THRILL of seeing the Monticello Rocks for the very first time! I’ll never for-…

Hold on.

That’s it? It’s over? No, there are some more!

Oh, the ecstasy, the glory, the–! Okay, now it’s over.

We couldn’t get to them. We couldn’t even turn around on that road. There was nothing left but to continue forward. We did.

Neither of us saw any more rocks. Okay, that’s not entirely true, there was the “Old Man Rock” a bit later that did, indeed, have a nose larger than my own. So, that’s something.

We laughed and laughed about the Epic Quest for the Monticello Rocks.

“What did you do?”

“We SAW them.”

“Really?”

“YES!”