tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62473787066672356432024-03-05T23:22:27.237-07:00James Gunter's StudioJames Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-5031301310474112912023-09-05T19:05:00.000-06:002023-09-05T19:05:10.335-06:00Dragons in the Mountains<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wR62puFx9WdxpujCSD3hb-cpRRqNVPUGg6hEb2DqrIQ6-9Z7yX0y3izbxBhvEBbpPrV7fPxSLQYt7AAu6dPZgujJ1yB5N1EepluXZjAo7LjKaSZE4f0MaSQhluhB6ODD1Lm_14-gzUT-_kVqR_cSLx8XXdN4Om2TZ_l7bMDFg_PpwQlEH4618FTrIOBA/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_1.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wR62puFx9WdxpujCSD3hb-cpRRqNVPUGg6hEb2DqrIQ6-9Z7yX0y3izbxBhvEBbpPrV7fPxSLQYt7AAu6dPZgujJ1yB5N1EepluXZjAo7LjKaSZE4f0MaSQhluhB6ODD1Lm_14-gzUT-_kVqR_cSLx8XXdN4Om2TZ_l7bMDFg_PpwQlEH4618FTrIOBA/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_1.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On My Way to the Ridge.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />On a nice late summer day last week, there was nothing better I could think of doing than go exploring places in the mountains I haven't been yet. So that's what I did. After driving a ways up a jeep trail, I parked my 4Runner and continued walking through the woods on a trail to a large meadow. There I found another trail that led up onto a ridge. On that trail I came across this little red dragon, a horned toad which might have looked ferocious if it hadn't been but an inch long. After spending a few minutes watching and photographing the little lizard, I moved on up the trail. <p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjHCENtjMdsOYMLS9U4uYQXGA3CoLgrw95ml-UDYYOxmsV15GAHd6ql3D7KT6IaSsXwTtbdUqHJWNIq2EjXwRxSwLiKf5tknhMCJbfutAm-XOhUF9RgPr_P29Bcesb1f_mXEd4K0q835-FFmZQFMfEujM3dBdgUNQgZTsSyCPgFHw4Gsjc4J5pV0wmIgL/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_2.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1000" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjHCENtjMdsOYMLS9U4uYQXGA3CoLgrw95ml-UDYYOxmsV15GAHd6ql3D7KT6IaSsXwTtbdUqHJWNIq2EjXwRxSwLiKf5tknhMCJbfutAm-XOhUF9RgPr_P29Bcesb1f_mXEd4K0q835-FFmZQFMfEujM3dBdgUNQgZTsSyCPgFHw4Gsjc4J5pV0wmIgL/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_2.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Horned Toad</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Only a few steps later I found another, bigger dragon:<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmeWwPjLcHAoj2szTfAY2MMGAJKoimKLDW-PTv8toj0zxeEFM4WHmJEP2NATfJu00Sbff5ydYhxe4BgWU4LUtjZSAIYr3EjPYL5_jtYEnv0_9G5fTFAjwpxxoG2c-9ZGLYoXTHte1FLvLAy490iR6RP0NXArUyudE2hkw5jJ0sEXTG7JkZgtN6wicWsX2/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_3.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1000" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmeWwPjLcHAoj2szTfAY2MMGAJKoimKLDW-PTv8toj0zxeEFM4WHmJEP2NATfJu00Sbff5ydYhxe4BgWU4LUtjZSAIYr3EjPYL5_jtYEnv0_9G5fTFAjwpxxoG2c-9ZGLYoXTHte1FLvLAy490iR6RP0NXArUyudE2hkw5jJ0sEXTG7JkZgtN6wicWsX2/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_3.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bigger Horned Toad</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Horned toads always seem to me a little like miniature dinosaurs, maybe something like a mini ankylosaurus. This horned toad, at four inches or so long, is the biggest one I've ever seen. Perhaps not quite dragon material to humans, but I imagine that's the way ants might see them. Horned toads eat ants.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLfzRoT3uSwfnlZvGGpFiD_e3axnnunusOyy_1FHw9piGoA_7CbSsCaUHXSJITbKmHBAdrrfOsBlP-Lp0qzCpk8YCjXSsPhmvwb3PjxeR5ISIQmaPbXeTzEXk63p_MgZsaI04Ifeqev600De788HGmaW9LnqQUWbF7wngi4AUQCAuPIjKWz2gDhs_TboK/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_4.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLfzRoT3uSwfnlZvGGpFiD_e3axnnunusOyy_1FHw9piGoA_7CbSsCaUHXSJITbKmHBAdrrfOsBlP-Lp0qzCpk8YCjXSsPhmvwb3PjxeR5ISIQmaPbXeTzEXk63p_MgZsaI04Ifeqev600De788HGmaW9LnqQUWbF7wngi4AUQCAuPIjKWz2gDhs_TboK/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_4.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Overlooking Diamond Fork</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Continuing up the trail I reached the top of the ridge. From there I could see Strawberry Ridge to the east. To the west were the Wasatch Mountains, rising up nearly 12,000 feet above sea level. The view southward overlooked Diamond Fork Canyon and the Sheep Creek area.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIcOlo-cIoYzC8dac1QL_3UkJdOqoqLfSXViB2v6fyjnrbfqw2lVIwVzhMKGFkqf57VfgkikPBJ4jnJArh8to1idsf9Wy6Avn7t0TI2tBuHplY0kW6EY4mDrd0mGZJHeC5LU-zoON1Wm2mKdQJ_I5yPFmb504bTICiJu3D_FyHo3bMqFxriJanhhhUujB/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_5.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIcOlo-cIoYzC8dac1QL_3UkJdOqoqLfSXViB2v6fyjnrbfqw2lVIwVzhMKGFkqf57VfgkikPBJ4jnJArh8to1idsf9Wy6Avn7t0TI2tBuHplY0kW6EY4mDrd0mGZJHeC5LU-zoON1Wm2mKdQJ_I5yPFmb504bTICiJu3D_FyHo3bMqFxriJanhhhUujB/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_5.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Southern Wasatch Mountains; Mt. Nebo in the Far Distance.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>There on the ridge I sat and enjoyed the evening. The weather was pleasant and the view spectacular! As the evening grew late I watched a full moon rise in the east...</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTm2zztFA8xwPn2DJS28hcPjop1j0_FOxbN_dOjcYbqASK-fvu6uOuL8zP5m1dIAJEmZXowJhK8TqKuyW7DD0tYHuW2jKayEFuKXZvFoual0UtLkRlaRqcRiXZs9K_74Jh023xyQWqatEja-zKjDVaIuWAjfcoM6K-Z0fueldSNQ6ewfZzNKXhV4ZpIq8/s900/late_aug_hike_2023_7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="900" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTm2zztFA8xwPn2DJS28hcPjop1j0_FOxbN_dOjcYbqASK-fvu6uOuL8zP5m1dIAJEmZXowJhK8TqKuyW7DD0tYHuW2jKayEFuKXZvFoual0UtLkRlaRqcRiXZs9K_74Jh023xyQWqatEja-zKjDVaIuWAjfcoM6K-Z0fueldSNQ6ewfZzNKXhV4ZpIq8/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_7.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>...and was also treated to a wonderful sunset in the west.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwREb1EIlIPOeYJOSjrSMCy9iwUWQ8m7xnRN1a93K8wfJIiKqnoE_SX-wO9q1TTv1-hNZ8XnX4ONvtHZC3IgyYkHpS7bjEOpzPV5GYsVbkaAieQ7FREPjbd1aDWdg_DSIYRLU4miP0MMctj11NwNW07W0Y4Clsxg4Vif0uE6PU8VBbNfpqaFVnMEhYxgI/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwREb1EIlIPOeYJOSjrSMCy9iwUWQ8m7xnRN1a93K8wfJIiKqnoE_SX-wO9q1TTv1-hNZ8XnX4ONvtHZC3IgyYkHpS7bjEOpzPV5GYsVbkaAieQ7FREPjbd1aDWdg_DSIYRLU4miP0MMctj11NwNW07W0Y4Clsxg4Vif0uE6PU8VBbNfpqaFVnMEhYxgI/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_9.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA12SpMZOyYi1SuFanrbaXWBc79tJ2zbw3BCVHLNivMafbsmVrxsI3Qt3SdsEBQjvMb17jucPwIzAmQ0wCKPORssVI982EsNdDJ7F1Il3WSnBxhIpcvWtzZVedKP8JyZc9Tqo5TG64W2o3Jba0CMCsFus4C3jNtBXNQJjudDuMcbxvTjlMKp702gvSc5hC/s1000/late_aug_hike_2023_10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA12SpMZOyYi1SuFanrbaXWBc79tJ2zbw3BCVHLNivMafbsmVrxsI3Qt3SdsEBQjvMb17jucPwIzAmQ0wCKPORssVI982EsNdDJ7F1Il3WSnBxhIpcvWtzZVedKP8JyZc9Tqo5TG64W2o3Jba0CMCsFus4C3jNtBXNQJjudDuMcbxvTjlMKp702gvSc5hC/s320/late_aug_hike_2023_10.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>After dark, I hiked down off the ridge and headed back through the woods the way I had come. Broken beams of moonlight shone down through a forest of aspens and tall evergreens. Pale aspen tree trunks glowed in the bright moonlight. A small snake quickly crawled out of my path and into the brush by the trail. It was too dark by then to clearly see markings on the snake, but I'm guessing it was a racer or garter snake, judging from it's general size and shape. A rhythmic chorus of crickets and other night sounds accompanied my walk back to the car.</p><p>I ought to do this sort of thing more often.</p><p>Thanks for reading!</p>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-75926332408458050692022-05-31T18:40:00.000-06:002022-05-31T18:40:05.325-06:00Utah County Plein Air Show 2022<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENMD0QeNdR_G3bmQ4sn5u3j4_z0zIlV_ByjlGLmrIU0bN62rQ7KkgapeoB78wP2ux8sho2qJlTal2jNjWSaLSqDo2fxcX_yEMxZ8EVof3YFlekOgLzX78c2uWv0SfEzwHyq5QJIqv4zGqG-HSXLpAuNacLtq2c-7f_983_RZq1VvIPdyAu7OxEkyxxQ/s1600/plein_air_oil_painting_may_25_2022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENMD0QeNdR_G3bmQ4sn5u3j4_z0zIlV_ByjlGLmrIU0bN62rQ7KkgapeoB78wP2ux8sho2qJlTal2jNjWSaLSqDo2fxcX_yEMxZ8EVof3YFlekOgLzX78c2uWv0SfEzwHyq5QJIqv4zGqG-HSXLpAuNacLtq2c-7f_983_RZq1VvIPdyAu7OxEkyxxQ/s320/plein_air_oil_painting_may_25_2022.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12" x 16" Oil on Panel</td></tr></tbody></table>The Utah County plein air event is going on now. Paintings for the competition were turned in last Saturday. The opening reception is this Friday, June 3rd from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM at the Health and Justice building, 151 South University Avenue in Provo. For more information, visit their website at:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.utahcountyart.com/index.php">http://www.utahcountyart.com/index.php</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD4-qEN60FkdV1mcAqGfGbyUHMAimAPrsQmUT6OgPtMz79QZvijRvFfUm5wDZGtkNBU2204NkuKrYYVsybzYrmVq8jATIWeSULowAYzelNGAaV7drpWhi5FHYYPpo_BAGSOOsMOKUoABBJzr9lAIEGFREjRLl9kSYtoP323UE0D6pnv9mDRG9Xz4zaw/s1400/plein_air_oil_painting_may_24_2022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1400" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD4-qEN60FkdV1mcAqGfGbyUHMAimAPrsQmUT6OgPtMz79QZvijRvFfUm5wDZGtkNBU2204NkuKrYYVsybzYrmVq8jATIWeSULowAYzelNGAaV7drpWhi5FHYYPpo_BAGSOOsMOKUoABBJzr9lAIEGFREjRLl9kSYtoP323UE0D6pnv9mDRG9Xz4zaw/s320/plein_air_oil_painting_may_24_2022.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11" x 14" Oil on Panel</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;">These are my two entries fore the show. I chose to go to a couple of the higher elevations in the county for these two paintings. I'm looking forward to seeing what other's have entered into the show! The exhibit will be up through July, I understand, so if you happen to be in the area, come see the show!</p>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-78153016691865524422021-04-25T16:20:00.000-06:002021-04-25T16:20:05.499-06:00Lop Sided Tree<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNl09GJdqM-Y9rdXcgbMioe39uhcjhIAh283XQozHWqMcXnZCkdJ3gDNjQb48bevy-iK6xCSMlNAQmDfUiT9zv3FmKwOFmvuvjqdXUfsfZLMcsKxPwGSSXasy3Y_wf3VPHXtB4NFR0z3Bt/s1000/plein_air_oil_painting_apr_17_2021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNl09GJdqM-Y9rdXcgbMioe39uhcjhIAh283XQozHWqMcXnZCkdJ3gDNjQb48bevy-iK6xCSMlNAQmDfUiT9zv3FmKwOFmvuvjqdXUfsfZLMcsKxPwGSSXasy3Y_wf3VPHXtB4NFR0z3Bt/s320/plein_air_oil_painting_apr_17_2021.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">10" x 8" Oil on Panel</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;">The tree really does look like this. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's a trail I walk from time to time that leads along the base of the mountains by town. At one point along the trail I can look up the mountainside and see this tree, my attention drawn by it's unusual shape. One day I finally decided to haul myself, and some painting gear, up the steep mountainside for a painting. The way was not only steep, but the ground was not very stable, making footing less secure. The tree was farther than I realized, so the climb took longer than I thought it would. Eventually I reached the juniper tree and the limestone cliff it was growing out of, and made this painting.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was some wildlife I enjoyed seeing as I hiked up the mountainside and also along the way back down. Three vultures were winging about the area as I climbed, and later as I descended I crossed paths with some chukar partridges and a heard of mule deer. It's always a nice bonus when oil painting combines with nature watching!</span></p>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-37725033180445561182021-03-04T16:34:00.000-07:002021-03-04T16:34:22.647-07:00Throwback Thursday Portrait<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgjA2tJFJawsbPrfPc38SFZv0OzjBe4smU1H2tGjcfOAjMrYxlnp-2pL0kYA6N7amwFMpkfgzUXyQBCG1Fqe6ZoRxJ4SJfwO0HWLJqBhI2T-mNe_-BOaS-BH0euHZp20D0naELfEu_10D/s1000/thrbk_thrs_india.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgjA2tJFJawsbPrfPc38SFZv0OzjBe4smU1H2tGjcfOAjMrYxlnp-2pL0kYA6N7amwFMpkfgzUXyQBCG1Fqe6ZoRxJ4SJfwO0HWLJqBhI2T-mNe_-BOaS-BH0euHZp20D0naELfEu_10D/s320/thrbk_thrs_india.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">18" x 24" Charcoal on Gray Paper</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't often do "Throwback Thursday" posts, but here goes one. This sketch is probably from the 1990's. This was drawn back when Doyle Shaw had a studio at the old Peteetneet building in Payson. Doyle had an open session once a week where he would find people to sit for three hours (with breaks, of course!), and everyone attending the session would chip in five bucks to help pay the model.<br /><br />I can't remember the model's name, but I really enjoyed drawing her. I believe her parents had come from India. A week or two later, her husband also sat for us in a session. I seem to remember his nickname was Taj. Unfortunately, I no longer have the drawing I made of him. He had been born in India, but, when he was a little child, was stolen and sold into the adoption market. He was adopted by an American couple who believed he was an orphan. Years later, as an adult, he traveled back to India to find his birth family. It would not do justice to his amazing story for me to try and wrest from my faded memory the details of the adventure he told us about, but if I find out more, I'll post it here. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy the drawing!</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span></div>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-81121052910629389692020-12-25T12:48:00.000-07:002020-12-25T12:48:15.031-07:00Merry Christmas from Jolly's Ranch!<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_xVd9K8M_ZrAXPkfPg1qQTMZgTSQNNKazxKFeRouW2yL-uTnBgY-t8H8H8CWp0RqHqgHOTrKbsi6yPdT55fe8wbVCXSpkUgvxBTT0rXBrL8i7s7ySzNS0EfBgUBy4PEancPGIMIakl2A/s1200/plein_air_oil_painting_dec_24_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_xVd9K8M_ZrAXPkfPg1qQTMZgTSQNNKazxKFeRouW2yL-uTnBgY-t8H8H8CWp0RqHqgHOTrKbsi6yPdT55fe8wbVCXSpkUgvxBTT0rXBrL8i7s7ySzNS0EfBgUBy4PEancPGIMIakl2A/s320/plein_air_oil_painting_dec_24_2020.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">9" x 12" Oil on Panel</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;">Down the valley from where I live is a canyon in the Wasatch Range I've visited a lot this year. A few miles up the canyon is a city park that, I presume, used to be a ranch. I've driven past that park many times on my way to higher altitudes, each time thinking I should stop and paint there some time. Yesterday, Christmas Eve, was finally that time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One nice thing about painting in winter: no bugs in your painting!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"><b>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</b></span></p>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-24200116409552517102020-10-31T20:16:00.001-06:002020-11-08T03:39:05.653-07:00Taking a Walk Through Autumn's Colors<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRB9xyXmIRgpCXuwLIvq0O_SKuQB46Es93qIUkS7cClS99lm3Y0yk4CcCkLCuz-A4G_GkEA-zpG3RbM4WY3eZnuXeaOlqT53t-pznj_1k2tBH6ZwWX1MWgSun_yy5IFwLxuu6jOj7sXj5r/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRB9xyXmIRgpCXuwLIvq0O_SKuQB46Es93qIUkS7cClS99lm3Y0yk4CcCkLCuz-A4G_GkEA-zpG3RbM4WY3eZnuXeaOlqT53t-pznj_1k2tBH6ZwWX1MWgSun_yy5IFwLxuu6jOj7sXj5r/s320/autumn_colors_2020_5.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In recent months I've spent a fair amount of time wandering through forests high up in the mountains. These forests have aspens and evergreens on more northerly inclined slopes and in sheltered areas, while Gambel oak predominate on drier, more southerly exposures. Rocky Mountain Maple grow in their own little pockets or scattered throughout.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzrZKNwG-JUyNpNWBO-taRaTWmavavqUUvUhyTlHreIO91uvNO5dKUpUSPB8vjCjr3o-WwOvsEMcue_2hS0aI2jRzJwkjM5U2zUKZvlLuUrFWuE0THUS6g3NPtHT6buW9hEOY-w3z3Enk/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzrZKNwG-JUyNpNWBO-taRaTWmavavqUUvUhyTlHreIO91uvNO5dKUpUSPB8vjCjr3o-WwOvsEMcue_2hS0aI2jRzJwkjM5U2zUKZvlLuUrFWuE0THUS6g3NPtHT6buW9hEOY-w3z3Enk/s320/autumn_colors_2020_1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The colors this fall have been impressive in spite of a dry summer. Maples show a relatively wide range of color, with vivid reds and oranges, to yellow that competes with aspens and box elder for any sightseer's attention. Aspens shimmer gold in the breeze, brilliant against a backdrop of evergreens. Oak leaves display a subtle rust color, much more subdued than the showier parts of the forest.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolfHHyETjnqite80Gpy9nboSlmcCeVc49gdQBKVM6C69n-wN0Kk-Bm6if6iOnkZbBNoGQ3bqs7GFHVnRuIFpQ2VajEA7B2SS0ON8JJZPpiQfknwFjIcL8WrdtNI3x8fENY9xkum_Q037n/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolfHHyETjnqite80Gpy9nboSlmcCeVc49gdQBKVM6C69n-wN0Kk-Bm6if6iOnkZbBNoGQ3bqs7GFHVnRuIFpQ2VajEA7B2SS0ON8JJZPpiQfknwFjIcL8WrdtNI3x8fENY9xkum_Q037n/s320/autumn_colors_2020_4.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">On my woods walks I've seen chickadees, nuthatches, jays, and crows. Ruffed grouse are the color of the forest floor and can be hard to see. Chipmunks are quite common. They often show curiosity, their tails and legs twitching as they watch me before they dart away. Pine squirrels chatter from pine boughs here or there. High overhead, a few hawks in their migration wheel and glide across the sky.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO1jwJBdIVdkDG0s8kcBkYwTEQsRWMPaM2JCJ2gtC2A4tiR_MUxRhhc6ooDv56v0WA8p9sD-q07mqGxc-edYT_E9uM5Rj0rsWuJ2ODiFo5GHDQEeJLXj1OUdbPwaKVxnKKHQjyOVZKkRM/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO1jwJBdIVdkDG0s8kcBkYwTEQsRWMPaM2JCJ2gtC2A4tiR_MUxRhhc6ooDv56v0WA8p9sD-q07mqGxc-edYT_E9uM5Rj0rsWuJ2ODiFo5GHDQEeJLXj1OUdbPwaKVxnKKHQjyOVZKkRM/s320/autumn_colors_2020_6.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deer are common in these woods, as are wild turkeys. I've also seen moose and bear here. Judging from sign I've seen, elk roam this area, too, although I've yet to see them in this particular section of the mountains. No telling what other things, hidden from my view, have shared these woods with me on my visits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5OFrM3pIjrev_J6re0gRzvSHFPvkWRB_tYGq_Y0goO1W48VaqL8wWbK7TBOb90V7YTZhnrSS3yX-Z50pWzH3GmQjDrNRzedEHLWeR7beNrps5U5vZyY40wKlbE5sJb16ucOJMMKiklJk/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="1000" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5OFrM3pIjrev_J6re0gRzvSHFPvkWRB_tYGq_Y0goO1W48VaqL8wWbK7TBOb90V7YTZhnrSS3yX-Z50pWzH3GmQjDrNRzedEHLWeR7beNrps5U5vZyY40wKlbE5sJb16ucOJMMKiklJk/w400-h166/autumn_colors_2020_2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One particular day in early October, I walked into an isolated patch of aspens surrounded by tall evergreens. This pocket of aspens was </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">maybe about eighty yards long.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Their golden leaves shimmered and rustled in the gentle autumn breeze. Trees still had most of their foliage, though the ground was nearly covered with fallen yellow aspen leaves, giving the impression of gold overhead and gold under foot. The air temperature was perfect. The soft breezes and whisper of aspen leaves soothing. The color was dazzling. I stood there for several minutes, quite content, in what seemed almost like a mild trance. Suddenly, a grouse thundered into the air from it's hiding spot nearby, flew the length of the aspen stand and into the pines. I watched the grouse fly, all the while feeling like I was trying to wake up.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AHPS1rWCRaWi3sw24uLhraYifvLciNJ6YmK-wJ8PBWhrk865yI2sPVoUuo-YGH-hO2oPkxD6q2mybZ1Hh7QgSxG3Ct6XWpbTl9dYxH0i-rLoAZsD9eI3OMKgipkQ01OC2B3Hmm2IGMWT/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AHPS1rWCRaWi3sw24uLhraYifvLciNJ6YmK-wJ8PBWhrk865yI2sPVoUuo-YGH-hO2oPkxD6q2mybZ1Hh7QgSxG3Ct6XWpbTl9dYxH0i-rLoAZsD9eI3OMKgipkQ01OC2B3Hmm2IGMWT/s320/autumn_colors_2020_7.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My walk took me up through the woods and onto a ridge. An open meadow there provided a wonderful view of surrounding mountains. Being late in the day, the low angle of sunlight painted distant ridges and peaks with bright sienna and umbers, while cool shadows flooded into deep canyons. Those shadows soon covered everything. In the dark, I walked an old logging road to a dirt road that followed the main ridge between Hobble Creek and Diamond Fork. As I walked the road, a few deer crossed ahead of me. The deer were barely visible in the dark, appearing like ghosts. When I reached where the deer had crossed, I could hear them hurrying away through the brush. Mindful that things more concerning than deer roam these woods at night, I fished a flashlight out of my day pack.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpT8NLIVKIF1KNjH_Q_ac1t7_cM_YZxT9O_AfrqmcWGsVlWKJ3qFRESyVuHahBST3vZ4Gw2oUrJNUVoI0wnOmd5_ptR0j2gqBoZMBrW2V_3cDKYQy7v10vmUGSOJ9_XowaScybMt9FyPl/s1000/autumn_colors_2020_3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpT8NLIVKIF1KNjH_Q_ac1t7_cM_YZxT9O_AfrqmcWGsVlWKJ3qFRESyVuHahBST3vZ4Gw2oUrJNUVoI0wnOmd5_ptR0j2gqBoZMBrW2V_3cDKYQy7v10vmUGSOJ9_XowaScybMt9FyPl/s320/autumn_colors_2020_3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Following the road back would be the long way, but I found another old logging road that seemed to lead in the direction I wanted to go. That trail led down to another meadow, one I was familiar with. From there I was able to follow game trails and cattle trails back to my car.</span></p>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-20053185865758080492020-09-05T12:43:00.001-06:002020-09-27T11:10:12.337-06:00Spring City Plein Air 2020<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavRQcQzUqq3gRwUN-9idPrg-OWFB_yPySBGJYIGcDEiuw-itQLX9MehUIep_2hx-xX3HjO5jBwcuEB08gWWFGONLQ3s4V4W3IYxkS6ae99S2zgwLOvvHwyo-abOVkai2SJBPJeVT0bSyF/s1350/spring_citty_plein_air_2020_mountain_ranch_road.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavRQcQzUqq3gRwUN-9idPrg-OWFB_yPySBGJYIGcDEiuw-itQLX9MehUIep_2hx-xX3HjO5jBwcuEB08gWWFGONLQ3s4V4W3IYxkS6ae99S2zgwLOvvHwyo-abOVkai2SJBPJeVT0bSyF/s320/spring_citty_plein_air_2020_mountain_ranch_road.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">11" x 14" Oil on Panel</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spent the last week painting and getting ready for the annual Spring City Plein Air show. Got a late start because I thought the event had been canceled like all the other plein air events this year. Found out two days into the event that it was still on, so I hurried down to Spring City to get my painting panels stamped and start painting!</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pe43a4sKcBg9tR5nbeehyHcxPVFGqT9Z7gymXHHgqCNvfE9Ff9isWPxVpXK_Piha_6ejrb3OjOovvdYgyfpT_5DZA7ms1m_lXV74jP4_ovw7tbxP5fjU_WHAQcWQ3yT9MqZjsF3Vh8iN/s1350/spring_city_plein_air_2020_alpine_evergreens.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pe43a4sKcBg9tR5nbeehyHcxPVFGqT9Z7gymXHHgqCNvfE9Ff9isWPxVpXK_Piha_6ejrb3OjOovvdYgyfpT_5DZA7ms1m_lXV74jP4_ovw7tbxP5fjU_WHAQcWQ3yT9MqZjsF3Vh8iN/s320/spring_city_plein_air_2020_alpine_evergreens.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">11" x 14" Oil on Panel</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Went to a place south of town for the first painting. The next day I went up onto the Skyline Drive and did an alpine painting of a group of trees overlooking the valley. I think it's the first time I've ever painted above 10,000 feet elevation. While painting the second day I kept myself hydrated by drinking water from a plastic water bottle I had brought with me. The bottle hissed when I first opened it at altitude. Later, upon returning to the valley, I found that the water bottle had partially collapsed from the change in air pressure. When I loosened the cap, the bottle reinflated itself.</span><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8llzepiDQjgcDJSaoFp7IeeSwJpjjm-h-qXssQ0y1yRuIaISpzlK8n7Hx22q2bMchwg6U6oEOyDNzE8_AJBuCX9KruvEzWGYf-2TC5sLpbYhG0HD6Cn2NZ9bkRX5cxQfk-LEVonjHpvtp/s1150/spring_city_plein_air_2020_red_ledge.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="850" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8llzepiDQjgcDJSaoFp7IeeSwJpjjm-h-qXssQ0y1yRuIaISpzlK8n7Hx22q2bMchwg6U6oEOyDNzE8_AJBuCX9KruvEzWGYf-2TC5sLpbYhG0HD6Cn2NZ9bkRX5cxQfk-LEVonjHpvtp/s320/spring_city_plein_air_2020_red_ledge.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">12" x 9" Oil on Panel</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The last painting was made at some red rock formations in Diamond Fork Canyon. It's not exactly Southern Utah, but between the red rock formations, the red sand, and some little lizards running around, I felt like I was stepping out of a southern Utah bubble when I was finished and left to go home.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The show will be mainly displayed online for the next couple weeks. For those wishing to purchase a painting from the show, you can click <a href="https://www.springcityarts.com/?keyvalue=82074&page=ViewCollection&subkeyvalue=125021&startrec=1&displayperpage=9999&displayhorz=1" target="_blank">here</a>, or go to springcityarts.com, click on "Plein Air Paintings", and follow directions from there. Last I looked, my paintings are displayed on <a href="https://www.springcityarts.com/?keyvalue=82074&page=ViewCollection&subkeyvalue=125021&startrec=181" target="_blank">page 10</a> of their </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Plein Air Paintings" site</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-69248777978028614412020-07-19T14:10:00.002-06:002020-07-19T14:12:55.924-06:00Utah County Plein Air Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In a year marked by such unpleasantries as a pandemic, recession, earthquake, riots, upcoming elections, and so forth, so many of the plein air competitions, like so many things, have been canceled. But not the <a href="http://www.utahcountyart.com/" target="_blank">Utah County Plein Air Show</a>!<br />
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Two years ago was the <a href="https://jamesgunterstudio.blogspot.com/2018/07/utah-county-plein-air-art-show.html" target="_blank">first year</a> for the <a href="http://www.utahcountyart.com/" target="_blank">Utah County Plein Air Show</a>, and I was part of that, but last year I didn't participate. This year, however, even though I was one of the last to get my panels stamped for the competition, I really did jump at the chance to enter into the event.<br />
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There was some confusion when I went to turn in my three finished entries for the show. A Utah County Art Board email said turn in for paintings was June 27 by 11:00 AM. I hadn't checked on the email but was going by what was printed on a form the art board handed out when I registered for the competition, which stated turn in time was 12 NOON. I arrived at the venue on the 27th at around 11:30 thinking I still had time. I was met in the parking lot by a board member who was leaving. She informed me the deadline was 11 AM and that everyone had already left! Luckily I had the form with me and, perhaps with a little excitement, showed her the form and pointed out the 12 Noon deadline stated on the form. The board member agreed and called someone to come open the venue again so I could enter my paintings. The paintings were finally entered into the show.<br />
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Unfortunately, I forgot to photograph my paintings before turning them in, so I had to go back later and get these three poorly done photos after the show opened. Hopefully they'll still give you a good enough idea of how the paintings look. The first painting (shown above) was made in the Spanish Fork River Bottoms along a bike trail there. The next painting was made near the pass between Hobble Creek Canyon and Diamond Fork Canyon. Upon reaching the pass, I turned onto a dirt track that ran along a ridge top. I followed the track for a couple miles before picking this spot to paint.<br />
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A day or two later I returned to the pass and set up by a large meadow that contained some corrals. There I made the last painting, shown here with a little extra blue added on one side by the show's judge:</div>
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Come see the exhibit! The show will be up until August 29th. There's plenty of paintings by several painters to see. It's located at the <a href="https://www.utahvalley.com/listing/health-and-justice-building/935/" target="_blank">Health and Justice Building</a> at 151 S. University Ave, Provo, Utah. Check ahead for hours.</div>
James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-54200301778815646092020-05-31T10:51:00.001-06:002020-05-31T10:51:28.542-06:00Early May Hike - Dry Hills<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">This Post returns to the theme of hiking in the </span><a href="https://jamesgunterstudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/yhe-west-desert.html" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;" target="_blank">West Desert</a><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">. </span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Early in May I traveled to the south end of Goshen Canyon to visit an area I'd seen before but never hiked.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This place might seem unimpressive in comparison with much more spectacular mountains not far away (such as shown in the first two images of this post), but it has qualities all it's own. The West Desert is an important part of the diversity of landscape that exists here in the Intermountain West.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> I had explored the eastern ridge above the canyon a couple weeks before. The plan this trip was to climb and walk the higher, more extensive western ridge</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The western ridge provides spectacular views in every direction. Hiking up the trail towards the ridge, I frequently paused to look back across Juab Valley at Mt. Nebo, which rises to nearly 12,000 feet above sea level. The ridge I would be hiking this day is not nearly so high, rugged, cold and daunting as those snow capped peaks. Compared to climbing Nebo, my hike that day was rather easy. Maybe another day, Nebo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Upon reaching the ridge line, I left the trail and headed higher. By this time I was reminded that gnat season was in full swing as <a href="https://jamesgunterstudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/determination-of-gnats.html" target="_blank">no-see-ums</a> mounted a close assault on me. Mosquitoes joined the attack. I dug through my daypack and found a small spray bottle of insect repellent. Applying the repellent pretty much ended the no-see-um's onslaught. The mosquitoes, however, were not impressed and continued to press their attacks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A creek flows through the canyon, but the hills and ridges around the canyon are dry. That dryness shows in the pale, greyed colors of trees, grass and rocks. This time of year, though, the drab colors of the hills and ridges are punctuated here and there with bright red blossoms of cactus. The surprisingly intense red of the cactus flowers contrasts dramatically with the subdued hues of the surrounding landscape.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There's not a lot of other wild flowers on these hillsides. Those that are in bloom are small, and could easily</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">be</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> overlooked by unobservant passers by. No other flora here even approaches the brilliance of the cactus flowers, but as far as I'm concerned, all of it deserves a hiker's notice.</span><br /><div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Once away from the immediate area of the creek, it seems the only species of tree on these hills is juniper. One of the reasons, and probably the main one, for how sparse the trees are on these hills is because of wildfires that occasionally sweep the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">The ridge I walked was a series of peaks and saddles that gradually rose higher the farther north I traveled. The geology of the ridge where I hiked up seem to reveal some granite and basalt. As I headed north along the ridge, the rock formations became limestone and sandstone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All along the ridge I could hear the clear, brilliant songs of meadowlarks. At one ridgeline pass I was surprised by a flock of seagulls flying from Goshen Valley and apparently headed toward Mona Lake in Juab Valley. The seagulls cleared the pass by just a few yards directly in front of me, dipping and whirling and banking as they flew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On one of the highest peaks along this stretch of the ridge was an important looking marker. The pile of rocks and flag seem to suggest that this peak has some significance. I have no idea what that significance might be, or even if the peak has a name, but I did feel welcomed when I walked around to the other side of the flag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The next picture shows the view looking north from the peak. The snow capped mountains in the far distance are, from left to right: Lone Peak, Mt. Timpanogos, Cascade Mountain, and Provo Peak. The closer peak at the left in the picture was my goal for the hike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Here's a view from the same spot of the southern end of Goshen Valley.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Looking directly south, I could see much of the ridge I had just walked, and a lot more ridges I haven't walked - yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Leaving that peak, the ridge took me across another saddle and over a peak that had widely scattered juniper trees growing on it. It's one of the very few places directly on the ridge that had any trees at all. Down a wash on the western side of the ridge I could hear a batch of chukar partridges chatting among themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hiking beyond that, I finally made it to the end of the ridge. The last peak was marked with a scraggly-looking pole that was slowly loosing what I think were it's guy wires. The pole may have had a flag on it at one time, but looked like it would make a better lightning rod than flagpole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Walking around to the other side of the marker I looked down the end of the ridge. Two golden eagles were in a dead tree on the other side, just below the peak. Startled by my sudden appearance right above them, they took flight.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The eagles soared back and forth a hundred or so yards from me.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> I tried to take a couple pictures of them, but the pics didn't turn out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I really wanted to stay and watch the eagles but mosquitoes were becoming intolerable. I was killing mosquitoes on my arms, sometimes three or four per swat. Also, the sun was just above the mountains to the west, and it would be dark soon. I headed down the mountainside to find a way back to my car. Farther down the slope I crossed a small ridge and traveled into a little valley where I saw a herd of mule deer. It was fully night by the time I crossed another small ridge on my way out of that valley. I hiked in the dark looking for a dirt road I believed was in the area. If I found it, it should lead me back to where the car was parked. As I walked farther down the mountainside I heard a coyote begin to yap and howl in the hills just across the canyon. Finally I found the road. From there I walked in the dark along the dusty road playing a game I call, "Where The Heck Did I Park The Car?!" I can't say it's always a fun game. I don't know how far I walked - by this time it seemed a lot longer than it probably was - but I eventually arrived at my car. From there it was down the dirt trail to pavement, and then, back home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">These two portrait sketches are from a few weeks before when just about everything - including live drawing sessions - was shut down on account of current worldwide viral and governmental circumstances. I'm certainly looking forward to when the disease is brought under control, vaccines and better treatments are developed, and I can start going to drawing sessions again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In the mean time, there are other things to do. I miss the benefits of going to live drawing sessions every week, but it's probably not worth the risks right now, especially to anyone who could become seriously ill, or worse. Besides, drawing a model who's wearing a face mask might not be very helpful. Also, I doubt hand sanitizer would make a very good solvent or medium for any kind of painting!</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-64217638685768268922020-03-26T12:39:00.000-06:002020-03-26T12:39:35.859-06:00Two Hikes<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This post compresses two hikes into one post. The first was on West Mountain a few days before the first day of Spring, the second hike was in the East Tintic Mountains a couple days after the Vernal Equinox. Weather for both hikes was partly to mostly cloudy, with a chance for precipitation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first photo shows the approach to the stone gateway into the mysterious mountain!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then through the gateway!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My hike followed a broad wash in a canyon which zig-zaged up the mountain. Here it passes a wall of vertical rock strata.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Looking back at a section of the rock wall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wonder what might live in that jagged cave?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Looking back down canyon. The rocky, treeless nature of this landscape reminds me of pictures I've seen of Siani, where the ancient Twelve Tribes of Israel wandered for forty years on the way to the Promised Land. Perhaps it even reminds me of remote parts of the Holy Land.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Looking down canyon again, a while later, with a view across the lake and towards the Traverse Mountains.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Getting higher up canyon where the snow is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The wash begins to narrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eventually, the wash narrowed into a gully. I wanted to climb higher, and did walk a little ways past where the next photo was taken, but storm clouds were gathering overhead, and soon some rain began to fall. Gullies are not good places to be in rainstorms, so I donned my rain gear and turned back down the canyon. Most of the return hike was after nightfall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rain ended and the cloud cover became broken as I reached the bottom of the canyon. Upon exiting the canyon I saw to the west and south, huge anvil-shaped clouds silhouetted against an orangish afterglow along the horizon. Above me the constellation Orion and the Pleiades shone down through scattered clouds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some might find such a barren landscape unappealing, but I enjoyed it! It doesn't matter to me so much whether a place is forested, grassy, rocky, mountainous, hilly, marshy, sandy, or what-have-you. What matters to me is that it is wild. I found mule deer and chukar partridges, among other wildlife, in the canyon. Some of the limestone outcrops and boulders appear to have fossilized crinoids or brachiopods in them. Someday I'll take that canyon again, when I have enough time, and try to follow it all the way to the top.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next hike was around a week later, this time in the East Tintic Mountains. The first photo is well into the hike, as I had already climbed over a barbed wire fence, crossed a large chained area, hiked through some brush and over a small ridge. Here a rancher's road ended at a gate in another fence. One day I'll pass through that gate and explore farther up that way, but on this day I chose to go another direction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of the reasons I had picked this place to hike was because the Wasatch Mountains were socked in by winter weather that seemed unwilling to relent to Spring. I imagine a hike in one of my usual Wasatch canyons would have likely been a hike in a blizzard. Here, the weather was a little cool, but pleasant, with the sun shining most of the day. This photo shows sunshine where I was, and the distant Wasatch Range rising into storm clouds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hiked over small ridges and in and out of washes all afternoon, not following any particular route. The next photo shows the typical pinyon pine and juniper covered hills I hiked in that day:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In failing daylight, I photographed this rock outcrop at the edge of a wash:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some of the hiking gear I typically take with me:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once again, my hike back was after dark. I arrived at the car after 9:00 PM. Stars shone down through a hazy sky, with the planet Venus in the western sky upstaging every other star with it's dazzling brilliance. This time of year, it's still winter constellations that show in the late evening sky; Orion, Canis Major, Gemini, Auriga, Taurus, and the Pleiades, to name a few. Mid summer will bring a different parade of constellations to the night sky; Cygnus, Aquila, and Lyra - their brightest stars forming an asterism called the Summer Triangle. Also, low in the southern sky Scorpius will have finally climbed above the horizon. I certainly look forward to summer, but won't pass up the wonderful opportunities Springtime hikes provide!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A selfie from the East Tintic Mountain hike:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A new art exhibit opens tomorrow at <a href="https://www.evergreengallery.com/" target="_blank">Evergreen Gallery</a> in SLC. Several local artists were each given a 20" x 20" painting panel to do with what we pleased. Come see how mine turned out! (Hint: I already posted about the painting I made for the show several weeks ago.) I'm excited to see what others did with their panels! For more information, contact <a href="https://www.evergreengallery.com/" target="_blank">Evergreen Gallery</a>, and come see the exhibit! Art always looks better in person!</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-52848603657651091722020-02-18T20:10:00.001-07:002020-02-18T20:17:56.338-07:00Drawing a Singer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Another drawing from another portrait session a couple of weeks ago. The model we had for that session is an up and coming singer named Ludovica. You can see her You Tube channel Here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-61700357782785473062020-02-12T15:41:00.000-07:002020-02-12T15:42:41.522-07:00Backlit Blonde<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaW2VU2jYRMAyYGCQaPfEAQ41K5fm2AvRz37nk0g-BhFkMAn55hZC5M7KxM7vb9jU91U4IZ8_3v8QXXPqm5Dk-A3UBl8ccyUrycuDIfg9K1u1iroHb6fQOu6nn2noefKEcEQicirveOrsC/s1600/portrait_sketch_from_life_charcoal_feb_5_2020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="1100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaW2VU2jYRMAyYGCQaPfEAQ41K5fm2AvRz37nk0g-BhFkMAn55hZC5M7KxM7vb9jU91U4IZ8_3v8QXXPqm5Dk-A3UBl8ccyUrycuDIfg9K1u1iroHb6fQOu6nn2noefKEcEQicirveOrsC/s320/portrait_sketch_from_life_charcoal_feb_5_2020.png" width="242" /></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Here's a quick post about my sketch from last Wednesday's portrait session. I try to arrive early enough to the session to have my choice of where to set up. Lately, however, someone new has been showing up earlier and taking "my spot", so I have to move to another spot in the studio. This drawing was made from someplace other than "my spot." Maybe I should try different spots more often.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Drawing made with charcoal pencils and "white charcoal" on grey paper. Total time: three hours, including breaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-57781264264570409882020-02-01T14:11:00.001-07:002020-02-01T14:11:56.515-07:00Woman with Mickey Mouse Hair Buns<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA32LtRtUVvrOh6QqDLn3FI6Z2pOfWlkDgJI6j7hbGwOxNS9ljZDAHy_lgUjg821Uk9Vz8RO19oGTApDgfQkGzvPmr6XClNKwyHyCeaDe5R3CMpSKr-4dv6erls3Ap24Al6MnB9HLlHBde/s1600/portrait_sketch_from_life_charcoal_jan_29_2020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="1100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA32LtRtUVvrOh6QqDLn3FI6Z2pOfWlkDgJI6j7hbGwOxNS9ljZDAHy_lgUjg821Uk9Vz8RO19oGTApDgfQkGzvPmr6XClNKwyHyCeaDe5R3CMpSKr-4dv6erls3Ap24Al6MnB9HLlHBde/s320/portrait_sketch_from_life_charcoal_jan_29_2020.png" width="242" /></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know if the post's title correctly names that hairstyle or not. It's just how the model had her hair at last Wednesday's portrait session. Regardless, it was a nice change from the usual single hair-bun that models often wear for these sessions. Subject of hairstyle aside, I really enjoyed drawing that face!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For this portrait, I got out a sketchbook of gray paper and used charcoal pencils and a "charcoal white" pencil. Total time: three hours, including breaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-60438799527124981662020-01-15T16:38:00.000-07:002020-01-15T16:38:44.664-07:00First Sketch of 2020<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Long time, no post anything...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Been busy with the holidays and slowed down by the winter doldrums, but Hopefully, things will begin to pick up for me. The sketch shown above is from a portrait session in Orem last Thursday. The model was great, and there was a lot of good artwork from other painters there. I enjoyed not only practicing for myself, but also, as always, seeing what others were doing and learning from it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-83618192371477303792019-11-21T17:24:00.000-07:002019-11-21T17:29:14.873-07:00Desert Tower<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Early this month I was back in the desert, near the Book Cliffs. There's so much to explore and paint there! Other parts of Utah get much more attention, and that makes this area all the better for exploring and painting. No noisy crowds. No national park bureaucratic regulations. Just desert canyons and cliffs, pinyon and juniper forests, and wide open views. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This painting was made on a beautiful </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">day </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">early in November. The weather was one of those late autumn dichotomies where chilly air and warm sun contrast sharply with each other. After painting, I took a little time to hike a trail that led through a couple canyons and through stands of pinyon pine and juniper trees to a pleasant surprise; a waterfall in the desert! This time of year there was a lot of ice built up on the waterfall, and along the creek that tumbled over those falls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There was much more trail to hike, but the sun was getting low and the time short, so I thought it best to return. And although I physically returned, it's as if part of my mind remained, wondering what else there was farther along the trail. Bits of my mind always seem to get stuck in wild places! I'll be back, for sure, both to paint and to hike more of this wonderful and intriguing landscape!</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-60154093443424887252019-11-07T10:26:00.001-07:002019-11-07T10:26:59.749-07:00Backlit Redhead<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This pastel is from last week's portrait session at Howard Lyon's studio. Howard had placed the lighting so that a cool light illuminated the model from the front, and a strong reddish light shone on her from the opposite side. I had gone into the session intending to only do a charcoal sketch, but when I saw how colorful the subject was, I had to get out the colors!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-6423688512786152762019-10-30T12:30:00.001-06:002019-10-30T12:55:39.759-06:00Mid October Hues<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Here's a square painting for once. I kind of like the format, so I might just paint a few more of them. Who knows, I could start trying other non-standard formats also.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This painting shows the subtle, earthy colors of a mid October rural landscape. It's days like this that make me want to outfit one of my paintboxes with only earth tone oil colors, just for scenes like this. This painting could have been made using mainly earth colors, such as yellow ochre, burnt umber and burnt sienna, but I used my usual <a href="https://jamesgunterstudio.blogspot.com/2014/11/my-palette.html" target="_blank">split primary plus viridian</a> palette instead, because that's what I have. Such a bright palette can be used to create earth tone colors just fine, it's just a little more expensive to do it that way. It would be interesting to see how a scene like this could be painted with a Zorn-ish palette, such as yellow ochre, cadmium red, and ivory black or ultramarine blue, plus titanium white. I'll be sure to give <i>that</i> a try sometime soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This painting will be in a show early next year. I'll explain more about the show later, as we get closer to it.</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-48239141617721209892019-10-08T15:40:00.001-06:002019-10-08T17:28:58.636-06:00Helper Plein Air 2019<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On the first of October I traveled to Helper, Utah, to spend a few days participating in a plein air event there. I've been hoping for a plein air event in Helper for a long time.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> The landscape surrounding the town is rich in subject matter for paintings, with miles of towering cliffs and wide open high desert views.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> Many of the buildings in downtown helper have the feel of an early twentieth century boom town.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I've painted in the area before, and have spent a few days there in the past, but it's been a few years since I've been back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Helper is a small town tucked up against the Book Cliffs, and located on a major route between northern and southeastern Utah; a route used by people generally on their way to and from other places. Because of Helper's location, it's a major railroad town, supplying extra locomotives to help long trains up steep canyon grades. (Hence the town's name.) The railroad, and</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> coal mining, provided the bulk of the local economy. Those industries, however, have been on the wane recently, and the town has suffered economically.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">During my most recent visit I was surprised to find that a number of the previously empty buildings in downtown Helper now house art galleries and artists' studios. During the monthly "First Friday Art Walk," main street is closed to traffic. Street vendors and performers set up their booths street side downtown, and crowds of people show up to tour galleries and enjoy the festivities. Helper is not yet a big art center, but there is a sense of optimism, and the town seems to be on it's way to becoming one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While in Helper for the plein air event, I stayed at a local campground. The first morning there, as I happened to be looking toward the Book Cliffs a few miles away, There suddenly appeared what I at first thought was smoke from a big wildfire that had just started on the other side of town. But the smoke was billowing downward, not up, like smoke is supposed to. I realized it wasn't smoke. It was dust and debris from a huge rockfall, tumbling hundreds of feet down a towering cliff near town! The rockfall then kicked up a giant dust cloud that rose hundreds of feet into the air, and slowly drifted off to the southeast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A few minutes later, I drove to a nearby corner market. Pointing to the still lingering dust cloud where the rockfall had happened, I asked the man at the checkout counter,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Are there any homes located over there?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He replied that no, that area of town is where the cemetery is and there aren't any homes there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I asked, "Does this sort of thing happen here very often?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He answered, "More often than you would think." Then after a short pause added, "That was a big one, though."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The big rockfall had been visible from all over town. It was frequently brought up in conversation later when the plein air painters got together after being out painting all day.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The big rockfall happened on the cliff visible<br />just to the right of the top of the tent.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That day and the next I did the two paintings shown at the top of this post. After framing my paintings and turning them in at the gallery, I headed out to explore more of the surrounding area. Pointing the 4Runner down various unfamiliar dirt roads, I would drive until the road ended, or I thought it might never end. Then I'd turn around and go find another road to explore. The diverse roads I followed led me into deep canyons or up onto high mesas.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">An example of the brightly colored wild asters that<br />were growing many places along the road.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There was little time available between dropping off paintings and returning to the gallery later that evening for the reception, so instead of painting I simply scouted the area, stopping from time to time to take photographs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Pinyon pines and juniper trees grow in scattered batches on the tablelands below the book cliffs. Most of the area, however, is open grassland and sagebrush. In the higher elevations a wider variety of trees can be found, including aspens and maples.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">An Abundance of Juniper Berries</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Perhaps more showy than the asters were the large batches of yellow chamisa, or rabbitbrush commonly growing along the edges of dirt roads.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To see my paintings in person, along with freshly made paintings by more than forty other plein air artists, come visit Adams Fine Arts in Helper, Utah. The gallery is located downtown at 115 South Main Street. The show will be up through the rest of October, and the first of November. All paintings are for sale. For more information, visit </span><a href="https://www.helperpleinair.com/" target="_blank">https://www.helperpleinair.com</a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">An Example of the Kind of Landscape I Was Exploring</span></td></tr>
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James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-27155376769686381122019-10-01T13:33:00.006-06:002019-10-01T13:33:27.677-06:00Exploring September Woods<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It's the end of September. In the mountains, a few trees are already beginning to display their autumn colors. Late summer asters and goldenrod seem to be the most common wildflowers blooming this late in the season. The early autumn sun shines more gently than it did during the height of summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A handful of times this month I've gone up into the mountains in an unsuccessful attempt to hunt forest grouse. Despite the lack of success bagging any game, time spent in the mountain forests and ridges has been time well spent. I believe it's time I need to spend there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The canyons, woods, and ridge tops of the southern Wasatch range haven't given me any grouse yet, but they've provided thoughtful time to myself as I've explored stands of aspen and evergreen. There have been tremendous views from ridge tops where one can see for many miles; views not only pleasing to the eye, but also challenging to the mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What is it about those views of ridge after ridge, canyon after canyon that compel me to stop and try to comprehend them? What is in those canyons and on those mountains that could be different from where I stand looking out over such an expansive landscape? Are there other opportunities there? More potential? More grouse? New opportunities for plein air painting? More opportunities to learn about the landscape, and about life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I can't begin to describe everything I've seen on trips into the wild, nor explain many of the things I've experienced there. I'm certain I'll continue to see and experience new things in visits to the wild, yet I'm sure there's</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">also</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"> much that gets missed. Time spent out there changes me, probably in ways I'm not always aware of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The shotgun I carried on these hunts never was fired, but a camera was frequently brought into action. All of the pictures in this post are from my September hunts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">One of the places I went to had large areas burned in big wildfires last year. There's still plenty of places to go that aren't burnt, but I frequently came across areas of standing charred trees where new green brush was beginning to push up through ashen soil.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">One thing hunting does for me is that it compels me to hike and explore places I wouldn't otherwise go. If such trips don't result in fresh wild table fare, they always give me other things that are well worth the expense of a hunting license. There were plenty of opportunities to view wildlife other than what I was after. Deer, wild turkeys, pine squirrels, woodpeckers, flickers, ravens and red-tailed hawks were among the wildlife I enjoyed seeing on these mountain trips. On occasion I'd come across curious things, such as an ancient dead pine tree that looked like it should be haunted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In another place, I found this assemblage of sticks and logs. My guess is it was either once a hunter's blind or built by some bushcrafter practicing making a survival shelter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Here's my companion on these trips into the September woods. Turns out all it did was come along for the ride, but that's OK. 'Twern't any trouble at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The later half of the month definitely had a feeling of changing seasons. During one visit to the mountains late in the month, mild temperatures and increasing cloud cover gave the sky a very un-summer like mood. Cloud cover became broken and ragged. Curtains of rain hung from dark clouds in the southeastern sky. The rain seemed to drag around the edges of the landscape, but left me alone during most of the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hunting up a draw through aspen thickets, I continued until I came to a ridge line edged with scrub oak. I didn't expect to see any game birds on the ridge, I simply wanted to be there. After tarrying a little on the ridge, I headed back down a different slope, going from one stand of quakies to another. The dirt road, and my car, came into view far too soon. There was still time left in the day, so I headed up through a meadow and into another section of woods. There aspen leaves shimmered and whispered in the autumn breeze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Cloud cover and the late time of day finally combined to spread a continuous shadow across the landscape. Returning through forest and meadow, I watched as the lowering sun at first gilded cloud tops, then painted them with a pinkish orange hue. A light, unsteady rain began to fall where I was. Standing beside my car, I watched the evening deepen. In the distance a jagged bolt of lightning flashed in dark storm clouds. Tomorrow morning these mountaintops will have a light dusting of snow. But this evening two things seem to tug at me, pulling in opposite directions. It was time to go, but I really didn't want to.</span><br />
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<br />James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-29847920404370470202019-09-12T16:53:00.000-06:002019-09-12T16:53:59.887-06:00Mt. Olympus on a Hot Summer's Day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a plein air painting of Mt. Olympus as seen from Olympus Hills Park in Holliday. This section of the park is a nice wild little area near the eastern edge of the city. Walking paths meander through tall grasses and scrub oak, providing a little bit of nature in a broad valley otherwise filled mostly with city.<br /><br />The day I painted this was very hot, probably over 100° F (38</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">° C)</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. Of course, the view I wanted required that I set up in direct sun for a few hours. I didn't think I could withstand the summer heat long enough to do a large painting, so I kept it fairly small. Judging by how I felt when the painting was finished, I was probably right.</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-11941661819423530852019-08-31T15:02:00.001-06:002019-08-31T15:02:28.942-06:00Climbing Provo Peak 2019<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a painting I made a few years ago Of Provo Peak, as seen from the valley near the boat harbor. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last Week, a friend of mine and I decided to hike Provo Peak, which rises 11,068 feet (about 3,374 meters) above sea level.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We started out in the afternoon, driving up Provo Canyon to Squaw Peak Road. There the driving became progressively worse the farther up the road we went. It seems that once past Rock Canyon Campground, the high mountain dirt road gets no maintenance. The road was full of rocks and deep ruts. A few places had holes as big as our car. It wasn't anything my 4Runner couldn't handle, we just had to drive slowly - often as slow as two miles an hour. It took us a couple hours to get from the beginning of the road to the trailhead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not long after beginning our climb, we found an unattended campfire. This is the second time in a week I've found campfires abandoned yet still burning in the mountains! And it's fire season. We didn't have enough water to put the fire</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">out</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, so we dug up a lot of dirt and threw that on the fire until it stopped smoking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The trail to the peak is not very good in some places. It's steep and full of loose rocks. Three times I left the trail and found my own way up the mountain for a while because the trail was so difficult and unsafe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The higher we climbed, the hazier the weather became. I wonder if the haze was possibly from wildfires burning in other parts of the West. By the time we reached the 11,068 ft. high peak, the haze largely obscured the distant views we had hoped to see. The climb was still well worth it though! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was the fourth time I've climbed Provo Peak, and it's been a long time since the time before. I took a few photos from the top before we began our hike back down. The sun set before we were halfway down the mountainside. We made it to the trailhead, and the 4Runner, with the help of my flashlight. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking southward from the peak along the main ridge.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking down Slate Canyon to Utah Lake. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The view from the top, toward Mt. Nebo.</span></td></tr>
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James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-6128254033998672992019-07-25T17:21:00.000-06:002019-07-25T17:21:46.027-06:00Three More from the Wednesday Night Portrait Sessions!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Three more little paintings from life done at the Wednesday sessions. They were painted <i>alla prima</i> at sessions within the last month or two.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All three were painted in oil on panel, and measure 8" x 6". They were painted with a limited palette of yellow, red, black, and white. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For a little more about painting with a limited palette, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "limited palette".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For more about portrait sessions, go to "Labels" on the side bar and click on "portrait", "sketching" or "drawing".</span>James Gunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626977085862840924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247378706667235643.post-12990354867943171632019-06-29T11:05:00.000-06:002019-06-29T11:05:20.465-06:00Wasatch Plein Air Paradise 2019<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Midway Art Association is holding it's annual plein air competition right now. Painting for the </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">main competition</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> began last Saturday. Paintings for the main competition had to be turned in yesterday, but smaller "paint outs" and "quick draws" continue through July 4th.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've entered three paintings (all painted this week) into the main competition, but unfortunately won't be in any of the "paint outs" this year due to other commitments. The show runs through July the fourth (except Sunday) and is free to the public. All paintings are for sale. For more information about the event, contact <a href="http://www.midwayartassociation.org/" target="_blank">Midway Art Association</a>.</span><br />
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