Upper end Kawuneechee Valley, Colorado River. Sun moving behind the distant foothills of the Never Summer Mountains push a shadow across the valley in just a few seconds.
I had painted in this spot all day rendering a half dozen oil sketches when the chase began. The willows carried warm halos of light from behind. The shadows suddenly swept from the distant angled trees to foreground until all was filtered in blue shadows. I am unable to paint any thing changing this fast.
This happens everyday in a mountain valley but I am always surprised by it. The experience, after watching and learning the sunlit shapes and reflections for hours spoke to me suddenly about the last years of ones life.