Summer on the Mesa. 36 x 48.
When people from more normal climates come to New Mexico, they often
experience acute disappointment at the raw, barren expanses without a
hint or promise of comfort. In the spring a cold wind blows dust, and
in the summer a hot wind blows white clouds that barely produce a spit
of rain. The sear brown mesas endure the merciless sun and the
brightness is everywhere. Rain will not come until August, when it
comes all at once. After a while, though, even the early summer
drought in some way holds its enchantment.
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