The heat is finally here. We dodged the bullet for a solid two extra weeks but now it's time for heatwaves and heartache. The good news is that it only lasts for four-and-a-half months.
Speaking of heatwaves, one of my earliest memories is coming across old Route 66 in eastern Arizona with my dad driving and out the open window (no AC) I spied the rippling mesas of the Painted Desert. This is my memory of that scene.
Rounding up all my Apache art for my next book. Found this tall piece and gave it another go:
This is actually only a part of a taller painting.
Speaking of the Duke of Dust, here is another piece I grabbed for the book:
For some reason, I'm feeling very creative. I wonder if Raymond Chandler has anything to say about that.
"The more you reason the less you create."