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Primary colors swirl around you, unsure of how you've arrived on this plane of existence you can observe the patterns that condense and disperse across your vision.

Your eyes open and your vision is blocked by long thin fingers covered in some red substance you hope is not blood. The fingers grip your face with a terrible force. Escape is impossible.

The massive face looms on the horizon. Too big to comprehend, the shadows covering half its visage. The ancients knew secret techniques for carving stone at this size and you are determined to study their work.

So many paths to choose some, overlapping options paralyze through excessive choice. Do they all link up? You'll have to travel them to find out!

The final summit push awaits. Wind driven snow rushes off the ridge line. Stars sharp in the thin air above you as your goal is illuminated by the full moon.

Mountains in Joshua Tree National Park. Large jumbled rocks filled the valleys between cliffs of sharp stone.

My campsite in Joshua Tree National Park illuminated by headlamps inside my tent.

Some mushrooms I found in Redwoods State Park on a hike.

Photograph of two nicely framing Joshua Trees in Joshua Tree National Park. The rocks and the sky are a nice contrast of tan and blue.

A photograph I took in Redwoods National Park of sunbeams coming through the trees.

The rain storm was moving on, as you gaze from your cracked window. The sky looks wrung out, very pale and worn from the recent show it had put on. The forest is vibrant, greens leaping out, ecstatic with water and sun and life.

Death comes for us all, hopefully in crazy colors.

What's going through my head when I paint? This is a pretty good visual.