California – Page 5 – Ink, Yarn & Beer

Lands End, SF

I think every country has some form of a “land’s end” – at least if it borders on water, like an ocean. Lands End in San Francisco, CA, is a park overlooking the Pacific Ocean and part of the Golden Gate National Recreational Area. It’s a beautiful, wild, windy place – and it has a ridge of Monterey Cypress as well.

Note: Click on the image to enlarge.

I did a quick sketch in pencil, just to get the general shapes of the trees and the land. I put in the tree trunks first as I wanted to be sure I knew their placement along the land. I used a mixture of blacks and greys, pale to dark, but initially light to indicate placement. From there, the foliage and the land. Once established, detail began, with dry brush strokes for vegetation and later for the leaves on the cypress. More than anything, I wanted a loose, windswept look with a sense of direction and sky.

Planning a loose painting takes a bit of forethought. I put in the tree trunks first, then some foliage and land. The sky was done after all these with a large, soft flat watercolor brush. Final touches came after all was dry. I made this into a panorama, spanning 2 pages of my sketchbook, to give a sense of expanse. In the end, I was rather pleased with this.

Koi pan watercolors, watercolor, about 8×18.

California Coastal Cypress

Stuck at home for the most part because of my ankle, I need to find things to do. It turns out that my ankle, while a mess of historical injuries, has no tears in the soft tissues. That is good. However, my heel bone has “microfractures” from the hard landing dodging the car last month. This is a bone bruise, and it is painful! I finally got into see the orthopedist, got a walking boot, and return in a month. The boot makes a big difference though it does take some getting used to wearing and using. I have to be careful not to pitch forward or backward. And you can hear me coming a mile away – squish, squeak, squish, squeak.

Of course, painting is the first choice! I am still tired intermittently from Covid, but I don’t have brain fog (at least I don’t think so), and look for things to enjoy but not be a source of frustration. Thus, ink and watercolor.

The Monterey Cypress is a tree that is common along the northern central coast of California. It is shaped by the environment as it moves with the wind and seems to grow away from the prevailing winds. To me, this quality is what makes it so beautiful and eye-catching. The coast is also subject to foggy days, damp and dreary, even in the height of summer.

Carbon ink, watercolor, Koi pan paints, about 8×10.

Hill Canyon at High Noon

Another picture from the hike last year in Hill Canyon. It was a bright, hot day, but pleasant nonetheless.

So many people talk about post processing with digital – and film – images. Some say no, don’t do it; others don’t care; others think AI is going to ruin it all. I have to admit that I like pushing photos to make them more interesting or to create a mood, and even the use of AI is fine – but, using AI should be acknowledged.

Pushed here, but no AI, but I did use generative fill in PS to fill in some gaps. This was a panorama of about 10 images I pasted together. Maybe generative fill is AI, so I might be guilty here . . .

Last Summer’s Flower

Things have been scattered here – but looking through old photos is always fun. This is a picture I took on a hike with a friend last August – a wild morning glory alongside a local creek. This year the wildflowers are even more amazing than last year’s because of all the rain. I hope to see more!

In the Midst of Chaos . . .

Sketch!

These past few weeks have been crazy and the craziness continues until the end of May. Two more weeks. Visits hither and thither to do the things needing doing, none of which are especially exciting. Too many things to do means little time to really focus on anything except the easier stuff. So, ink and watercolor and quick sketches from past visits to Summerland and Malibu Creek State Park.

Summerland is a little community in Santa Barbara County, between Carpinteria and Montecito, both south of Santa Barbara. A number of old houses, clapboard, and new, climb up the hill east of the 101 and west, above the Pacific, is a park with a path to the beach below. I have always loved this area, and this section of the California coast is always a pleasure any time of year. The cliffs sequester beach-goers from civilization which can be gotten to readily. In the fog it is rather eerie, but in the sunshine or June Gloom, it is quite lovely.

Malibu Creek State Park holds a number of fond memories, one being with a very good friend on photo safaris. It is about 15 miles south of me, in a canyon which winds through the Santa Monica Mountains and into the coastal town of Malibu. The park is a bit of a treasure as Malibu Creek winds through it and the canyon widens and narrows and branches off in various areas.

The ruggedness of the California mountains always amazes me – as do mountains in general. I grew up in the Midwest farm country where gentle hills are the norm, as are trees and endless green in the summer.

The same for beaches – I never saw the ocean until we moved to New Jersey and my family went to the beach just weeks after a major hurricane. Beach houses were upside down and wrecked. I was terrified of the waves, but my father, having grown up in Fort Lauderdale, swam in and out of the crashing waves like a dolphin. The rest of the family built sand castles and waded in the shallows.

And now, on to a visit to the vet as the gardener arrives and I get the house decluttered so the cleaners can have an easy time. Yeah, gardener? Cleaners? I have no McMansion here, but these tasks would never get done by us if we ever want to have a life. Luxury for us so we can do other forms of drudgery!

And the weekend cannot arrive soon enough.