The Western Landscape



In Squirrel’s packet of mail that afternoon was a postcard for Crow, hand-painted by her second cousin, who was currently on a watercolor-painting retreat in the Western high desert.

Throughout her stay, she had sent occasional portraits she’d painted: eagles, herds of deer, quail, and wild horses.

But today’s painting was a landscape: a sweep of rolling, brown mountains, covered in sagebrush and rocks; in the distance, a few tall peaks, streaked with snow; in the near distance, a few low hills, covered in green vegetation; and the valley floor, swimming with bright orange poppies and studded with cottonwood trees.


(Early June 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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