Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Pinon Night Light
We are in Santa Fe tonight and our campground is surrounded by pinon trees - I went in search of these nuts that are worth their weight in gold. I found the ground under them littered with cones and thousands of nuts - both fresh and old - mostly old - and dried out. I agree that it is a lot of work to gather and roast the small cone's seeds (they are about the size of pine nuts), but I probably won't be buying them again. I'll stick to pecans!
This painting is of a pinon tree I fancied near our camp in Moab. The trees' shapes are widely varied - from stumpy, twisted and stunted to tall, straight and lush.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.