Here's my plein air watercolor sketch of the scene I wrote about a few days ago. You can see my pencil lines still evident, especially the ones on the far side of the canyon. I never painted the spires, as they weren't visible until the sun came out at the end of our session there, casting shadows that sculpted the forms. The light was a little bit on the gloomy side, and I have been giving some thought to painting a larger studio work from this sketch. I like the low light, the forbidding aspect of the Canyon. This trip to Yellowstone I found I was looking for the lesser known places, the quieter spots, sites where the Yellowstone mystique may not interfere so much with my own immediate reaction. So many artists have focused on the amazing colors of the Canyon, and rightly so. That is perhaps the most striking thing about it. But this year I was especially moved by the the deepness of it, the sheer cliffs, the immense power behind the falls. When I visited the Brink of the Lower Falls, I could feel my body quivering a little from vibrations sent out from the water movement. It was positively thrilling, but with a small element of fear thrown in. To be that close to something so inherently powerful and dangerous lets you partake of those qualities, just a little bit. As my students and I sat on the trail just above the steep walls of the canyon, I had a similar feeling. So close to the precipice, to the possibility of falling. I want to convey something about that in my painting. And maybe it will be something new, that other artists have not felt or seen.