by cheri sabraw
My husband and I have traveled to Montana many times.
Last month, we flew up for a long weekend and next month will do the same.
The landscape and sparse human population there create a sense of childlike wonder and enchantment for me.
I tend to exhale deeply while in Montana and gaze at the vast tracts of undeveloped fields, rolling hills, and jagged mountains with the enthusiasm and reverence of a newly- minted nun.
Many have said that Wyoming and Montana are the last vestiges of a wild land left in the continental United States.
The painting above is a response to a drive we took out of Ennis, Montana, a touristy place where fishermen and Yellowstone park goers intersect. Heading down toward one of the western entrances to the park, three mountain ranges guard the valley like loyal sentries–the Madison, the Gravelly, and the Tobacco Root.
The yellow sweet clover was blooming; the tremendous starched-white clouds were gathering moisture; the lazy fences were holding up under the elements. I chose to photograph and paint the Madison Range.
This 12×16 painting will look lovely dressed up in a dark black heavy wood frame.