Mostly walking around our place, working up a little watercolor sketch, taking a picture, wrapping it up after lunch. One might call it lazy as far as traveling to the scenic wonders of the Sangres and other parts of the Wet Mountain Valley but dramatic landscape features were not what I was interested in that summer. I could stand in the road, do a 360 and have enough subject matter to last me for years. Out on the prairie and pasture it was the space: the look of the mountains (farther away than they appear) and the infinitely varied ground cover. The forest, nasty old black cottonwoods, ponderosa, aspen, Colorado spruce and scrubby mountain maple, could seem benevolent and menacing at once.