Posts tagged ‘Travel’

Windows or Mac user? Who cares! Lower Antelope Canyon has wallpapers for both.

The canyon is as stunning as it appears in the now famous National Geographic cover photo. The tour moves fast, so I only had time for a some quick outlines, adding colour later in the dusty car park.

The sandstone canyon was sculpted by water and continues to be shaped by flash floods. Lower Antelope is around 45m at its deepest

Holes in the wall (left) and ropes, were used before the staircases were installed

The car park and Navajo coal-fired power plant

Sunset at Horseshoe bend, hopefully back tomorrow for technicolor

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Bluff and I got off to a bad start last night. First I mistook the town laundrymat for our hotel (it’s huge). Then I found myself driving through the dark, deserted town on the left hand side. Whoops!

I admit I had fairly low expectations for Bluff fort, but this great museum and its dedicated volunteers really bring to life the story of the town’s first white settlers.

Bluff fort has numerous log cabins, lovingly furnished by the ancestors of the first white settlers

 

I was struck by the Native American attitude to the land, contrasted with the white settlers who literally blasted their way through rocks, adapting the landscape to meet their unbending needs and faith.

Native American teepee and mud hut, frankly much warmer than the log cabins!

Next, a dream fulfilled. A sketch of Monument valley from Forrest Gump point, whilst being circled by hungry dogs. Somebody pinch me!

Pre-colour

Post-colour


The only thing to top that has to be sunset at the Grandview, Grand Canyon. 

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It’s Sunday, so it must be time for the Arches omnibus.

I begin with Delicate Arch. 

I am Boba Fett perched at the Great Pit of Carcoon, and the Sarlacc is belching below me. At least it feels that way as I sit clinging to my rucksack and ink pots, terrified my sketchbook, or me, will slide down the 45 degree slope and into the sheer drop below.


It may be the altitude, or the heat, or the prospect of death, but when I stand, I have a major attack of the vertigos.

Can’t believe I stood under the arch for the money shot and an hour later I’m clinging to the rock with my head spinning!


Next up, a touch of sedate pen work down in the valley.

That’s Delicate Arch again from down below



One arch isn’t enough for me, so next up, Double Arch.


Yesterday was all chipmunks and vultures. Today lizards, deer and a skunk in the middle of the road!

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Endurance sketching today in Bryce Canyon. Nobody warned me about those bitter cross winds!

I put the full Faber-Castell ‘Terra’ Pitt pens through their paces in far from optimal sketching conditions – stood on a cliff, on a narrow path, in mighty gusts!

7 layers and still chilled to the bone.


A walk around the stunning Navajo loop saw another opportunity to perch precariously for 45 minutes. I really missed my compact little paint palette, as shuffling through a rucksack for the right colour inks on a steep slope is not so fun.

Supreme thanks to my little helper today. You are ‘sweeter than Muscat wine’

After that, a 4+ hour drive to Moab. Some truly eye-watering scenery, if only I could sketch and drive at the same time. 

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For Inktober, I’m following the urban sketchers manifesto, essentially, paint it as you see it, live, as it happens. 

However today, I’ve also managed to match the official Inktober theme of ‘gigantic’. Hard not to, since everything in Vegas is gigantic.

I’m working solely in ink this month, straight down in pen with no sneaky pencil outlines first. So the MGM Grand lion could so easily have ended up wonky.

See… I really am here!

The MGM Grand lion. It could so easily have gone wrong…


I also did a quick sketch of New York-New York, whilst a couple stood next to me getting married by a man with a briefcase. Just them and a photographer. 

I added the colour sitting next to an Irish bar, in New York, in Las Vegas. Weird.

Think I made a better job of the real thing!

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Vintage 2006

I last visited Coire Gabhail (The Lost Valley) on a tranquil day in May 2006.  Following directions my brother had scribbled on a scrap of paper, we arrived at a deserted car park as the mist silently lifted from the Glen.

Looking towards A’Chailleach

Up to that point, drawing was just something I did to pass time when I visited my parents at Christmas.  I had a small, slightly weird collection of pencil ‘still lives’ – odd shoes, misshapen candles, a Swedish Christmas gnome etc.  Sometimes I’d bring a sketch pad and pencil on holiday, but it generally stayed unused in my bag.  However, this time, it was so quiet that I plucked up courage, pulled out my pad and captured the view.

Eleven years later, I’ve overcome my shyness of sketching in public and discovered the joy of pen, watercolour and properly bound sketchbooks.  So, armed with Google maps, I was desperate to recreate this special moment.

Sadly, the first attempt had to be aborted, as all the car parks were full of tour buses, tripods and people flying drones.  The Lost Valley, it appeared, was no longer quite so lost.  Not a wasted journey though, we parked further up the pass and walked the path to Buachaille Etive Beag.  Time for a quick sketch looking towards A’Chailleach, shrouded in shadow, whilst we basked in the sunshine.

Castle Campbell, previously know as Castle Gloom

Oban

That evening, seduced by fish and chips in Oban, I persuaded my ever patient partner that it would be worth making a second attempt the next day.  With an early start from Dollar, a belly full of coffee and gorgeous weather, the mission was accomplished before lunch, I even managed a bracing dip in the icy stream below the valley.

The Lost Valley

 

Glenfinnan Viaduct

I found out later, that there is a grim irony in setting out from the shadows of Castle Campbell in Dollar to The Lost Valley.  In February 1692, this idyllic place provided one of the escape routes for the MacDonald clan during the brutal massacre of Glencoe by the Campbell soldiers, under the orders of William of Orange.

Finally (and slightly inappropriately after that serious note) in a blatant attempt to get more hits on my blog, the evening ended at the Glennfinnan viaduct, made famous in the Harry Potter films and now featured on the Scottish £10 note.

The Wallace Monument

To make up for that, I also sketched the Wallace monument.

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Number 1 –  Arthurs Seat

Arthurs Seat was damp and so was mine, after sitting in a puddle sketching this.

Dunsapie Loch and Portobello. It may look peaceful, but Arthurs Seat behind me was so busy there was even a busker entertaining the crowds.

Number 2 – Calton Hill

Evening view from Calton Hill

Calton Hill from near St Anthony’s Chapel ruins

Calton Hill from the Iron Duke

Number 3 – Waterstones Cafe Princes street

In Waterstones, I looked on with envy at the people languishing in the premium, bay window tables. Still, I did manage to wedge myself between a smaller window, the staircase and a discretely placed rodent trap to sketch the castle.

That view was wasted on him

Edinburgh castle

Wedged in the window sill

Number 4 – National Museum of Scotland

Great museum with loads to see, including the Millenium clock. When it strikes the hour, Bach blares through hidden speakers and this 20th Century dedication to human suffering becomes a strange technicolour, rotating beast. 

Edinburgh university from the roof

The Millennium clock – when death started swinging gleefully on the pendulum, I just had to sketch it!

Number 5 – The Royal Mile

Sunny and *not* raining at the same time

Bonus view

The Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art ‘2’, currently showing the ‘True to life’ exhibition. Well worth a visit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All images © Claire Moore and cmoorelife, 2017

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