Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Why do artist’s paint nature? Because there is little to rival the stunning and sometimes surprisingly unnatural beauty of it. At my current mature stage in life, I know I have not seen it all nor will I ever. Nevertheless, I’m astonished at some of the spectacular places I of which I’ve never heard.
Yesterday as I was pursuing my “light” series explorations, I came across something I’m sure has not escaped others but did me. Grand Prismatic Spring in Yellowstone National Park. When I was five, I traveled there with my parents, Dad’s father, and my brother. I may actually have seen it—but I was five. Hard to believe that you could forget giant geysers and a vast steaming pond — but that’s being five.
The spring is a large deep blue to turquoise bath is outlined with a brilliant yellow edge that spreads into a radiating halo of rich ochre. Like the eye of a peacock feather it is the striking centerpiece of the surrounding landscape. Unbelievably beautiful color. Truly unforgettable—a perfect painting especially set in the frame of an inky blue storm sky and deep spruce frame of the forest background.