Oil on Masonite, circa 1997; simple gold frame included.

Dad loved nothing more than knocking around the highway between Santa Fe and Taos. Rife with turn-offs and little hidden paths, he dragged his fieldbox with him on countless journeys. This one is one of my favorites, as I can see him so clearly, standing and marveling at the beauty of the scene before him, wondering how best to capture that moment in time.