Showing posts with label McKenzie River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label McKenzie River. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Springtime on the McKenzie.

C1694
“Springtime on the McKenzie”
(Oregon)
Oil on Pannelli Telati fine Cotton Panel
4” x 6”

Sold

Last year on my first night camped in the clearing, where the aspen fell in the grove, I was about to climb into my sleeping bags in the back of the SUV, when I saw these red eyes reflecting back at me ... I use a red headlamp. It's always disconcerting when this happens, until I switch to the green or white colour on the lamp, and identify the bearer of the eyes. A month ago, after finishing a lengthy phone call with my brother, I stepped out of the truck, only to be confronted with a dozen pairs of eyes looking in my direction ... t'was a herd of deer. And that's what it was this time ... a single doe. It did not run off, and continued grazing about twenty feet from me. Very nonchalant. Only twice has it been anything other than a deer, and that was the coyote in Yellowstone, which I spotted from a distance, and identified as it loped closer, and the other was a rabbit in Colorado midnight snacking, spotted as I turned in. The coyote was curious, but never came closer than 15', since it was blinded by the white beam of my light, and I was telling it to “move along ... nothing to see here.” Eventually, off it ambled, and I risked heating up my soup. I digress.

Last year's doe became a bit of a fixture, in that clearing. She appeared just about every day, sometimes more than once. Often she grazed within a few feet of me, as I painted, occasionally within five feet. She always kept a weather eye on me, but I would make no sudden moves, and talked quietly to her as she grazed. She had two Bambis, I believe, but I only saw two, in the deepening dusk, twice. One of the young, or maybe both of them, but singly, came into the clearing with the doe, three or four times, during the day, but never close, and pretty much kept to the edges. I did get photos of her, but not the little ones.

When I camped in the clearing for a day or two in October, she was not there, but when I moved from there over to Spencer Creek, there was a doe with two fawns that came by every evening. One evening as I sat eating supper in the gloaming, the doe came to within five feet of me, and stared at me for the longest time, before sauntering off. I believe she was the same deer who had been at the other camp, although I cannot prove it. Her attitude towards me, and her with two fawns, and the fact we were only two or three miles from my other camp (the one with the aspens), gives me a certain confidence, that she was one and the same. I will be curious to see if she turns up again, if I camp at either this year.

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A couple years ago, at the end of my year long Minnesota to Oregon journey through the Southwest, I passed down the canyons and valleys of the McKenzie River in the Oregon Cascades. On one of the broader stretches of the lower river, there were several deciduous trees, brightly lit and standing in high relief against the shadowed, evergreen slopes of the mountains beyond. They positively glowed. The Sun reflected blindingly off the water. Photos were taken.

When I came to paint this small work, I had some Genuine Ultramarine  (Lapis Lazuli), on my palette, and I began blocking in the shadowed mountains with it. I liked how it was looking so I continued with it, using W&N Ultramarine Deep very sparingly for some darker areas and mixtures. I felt like the painters of old, who had Lapis and Azurite as their only blues. Lapis Lazuli was worth more than gold then.

Pigments used in the painting were:
Imprimatura & Drawing: W&N Venetian Red;
Pigments: W&N Cadmiums Orange & Yellow Pale, Ultramarine Deep Blue;
Rublev:  Blue Ridge Yellow Ochre, French Red Ochre, Lead White #1;
M. Graham: Cobalt Teal;
Michael Harding: Genuine Ultramarine.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

The Final Stretch to Yamhill County, Part 2.

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Saturday, 2nd of June to Monday, 25th of June – On to McMinnville, Oregon (with an excursion to Seattle, WA, and then the Forest Roads back to and through the Washington & Oregon Cascades).


Fort Rock … a volcanic maar.

The imaginatively named Hole in the Ground …
another volcanic maar.

From snow in the morning on Winter Ridge, it was north to Fort Rock and the Hole in the Ground, and then 30 miles on forest roads to just off County Road 22, 20 miles east of La Pine, where I spent the night of 9th June.  The next day it was on into Bend, Oregon, for supplies on Sunday the 10th, and then into the Cascades southwest of Sisters, between that town and the Three Sisters trio & Broken Top Volcanoes.  The next four nights were spent on these forest roads, which I had never been on before.  There was a lot of old forest fire remnants, but this allowed me a certain  number of photo recon opportunities of the Sisters, that would have been obscured by living trees, so not picturesque photos, but there will be the possibility of future paintings with new forests of live trees … hey, I’m an Artist … that’s what we do … make art out of chaos.   After that it was up onto the Santiam Pass near Big Lake, and finally high up on a ridge above the Blue Pool on the McKenzie River, before finally pulling into McMinnville on June 14th, two weeks short of a year after leaving the Twin Cities … back at my Oregon base of operations.  The next day, on the Friday, I went to my post office box to collect 15 months of mail … not as much as I feared.  I have covered these last days briefly in writing, and will let the photos say more, on this home stretch to Yamhill County.


North Sister veiled in cloud.

North Sister with cloud burning off.

Butterflies no doubt gathering minerals.

Close up of one of the "miners."

Formerly known as Squaw Creek, this
water is now named Whychus Creek,
which was its Indian name originally. 
This can be confusing for those of us
with older maps.

Middle Sister, I believe, with the slopes of North Sister on the right ...
I could be wrong since I am still coming to terms with this area.
Mount Jefferson far to the North
in the glow of evening.

Mount Jefferson and Black Butte in the light of morning.

Ya, Middle Sister and North Sister …
South Sister off screen to the left.

Mount Washington from Big Lake …
those of you familiar with my well known Christmas card
will recognize this scene sans snow.

A further view of Big Lake.


Sahalie Falls on the McKenzie.

On the McKenzie …

… the opalescent McKenzie.

Koosah Falls on the McKenzie,
about a half a mile down
from Sahalie Falls.




Old Growth Forest on the way to the
Blue Pool at the base of Tamolitch Falls,
a couple miles downstream
from the previous two falls.


The Blue Pool … Tamolitch Falls.

The Blue Pool … Tamolitch Falls; I’m told that the main falls on the left is normally dry as an upstream hydro-electric reservoir has by-passed this falls with a tunnel.  The ingress of water on the right occurs to a lesser extent from the original stream going underground, but many times the Blue Pool is partially dry.  I guess I was lucky, as there is work going on at the reservoir at present.  It’s a two mile hike through mostly old growth forest to see this beauty.
Resident.

The Blue Pool.

Looking upstream from the top of the falls.

Late afternoon in the forest.

Goodpasture Covered Bridge, on the lower McKenzie.