Three Sisters, Beartooth Mountains

Three Sisters, Beartooth Mountains, Oil on Canvas, 24"x30"

Two miles down the road from East Rosebud Lake are these mountains called the Three Sisters. I love driving past them at this time of the day.

Christy in the Canoe

Christy in the Canoe 11”x14” o/c

One day Christy stopped by and asked me if I would like to go out in the canoe. I was right in the middle of painting but it was such a beautiful day I decided to take a break. It was so peaceful out on the lake we made our way around a couple times before she dropped me back at the dock. As she rowed away, I saw a painting appearing before my eyes. The next day I stood in the same spot and started the under-painting for this painting. I found the painting leaning up against the wall the other day and pulled it out to finish it. What lovely memories this painting brought back to me.

Shaving Brush

Shaving Brush 8"x6" Oil on Linen on Panel $130.

Memories of my father in the bathroom standing in front of a mirror lathering up his face. Later listening as he drug the razor across the stubble of his beard. My fear that he might cut himself as he tipped his chin up to shave his neck. My pride when he made it through the process. The aroma of Old Spice? For my dad shaving was a morning practice with an extra evening shave for special occasions.

Grand Marnier

Grand Marnier 10”x8” o/l $225.

One of my favorite liqueurs. The orange flavor is smooth and aroma crisp. I think they have also done a very nice job with the bottle.

Engel's View Morning - East Rosebud Lake

Engle’s View Morning – East Rosebud Lake 40”x52” o/c $5640.
Yellow and peach creeps over the mountain tops early in the morning, once again proving that there is a high price for sleeping in.

This is a large palette knife painting. Make arrangements to stop by and see it.

Bumpus Butte, Yellowstone National Park

Bumpus Butte, Yellowstone National Park
16" X 8", oil on canvas on panel
Copyright: Laura Marie Anderson 2009

First painted in August and then revisited on September 2nd, I spent the night in Yellowstone waiting for the sun to rise. In the morning, I made the climb up the hill. The trail is very steep to begin with, but levels out and the view from the top is spectacular. About a mile on the trail and I was almost stopped by the blue mountains to the North. One ridge after another, fading off into the distance. I will paint here again one day. I found my perch, high above the river on an outcropping. This kind of painting reminds me of Thomas Moran, in the day before there were so many signs and fences. "Don't walk here. Don't step there." Barriers, barriers and more barriers. Off the beaten path in Yellowstone is the way to go.

Painting across and passed Calcite Springs, looking back down the canyon, the morning sun steadily climbs its way up the canyon wall. About mid-morning a hiker came and stood on the grassy null above the basalt columns on the right side of my painting. I couldn't resist putting him in. The scale he adds to this Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone is wonderful.

Linda in the Boat, East Rosebud Lake

"Linda in the Boat, East Rosebud Lake

8"x10", Oil on Panel,

© Laura Marie Anderson

$100.

I am sending out a post today. It has been such a long time. I want to start with a painting I did last fall, shortly after my last post. I have been trying to find a way to save my blog entries on my own computer, not just on cyberspace. I have decided to do it through The Journal, a software that I have used since 1998. My length of use of this software should say enough about its reliability. Some years back, the man that developed and has since updated this software regularly, added this blogging feature. Back then I wasn't interested in blogging, so I ignored this function.

This is a painting entitled "Linda in the Boat." The day of this fun snow was October 12, 2008. We got about 40" of snow. Some of it drifted much higher. I called Linda Reynolds that day to see how she was doing and mentioned that she might try to get into this one cabin which was near hers and retrieve a glass jar and some cans of food that I thought would freeze and make a mess. Instead she dug her boat out of the snow and then pushed it down the bank and into the lake. She rowed over to get me. My mission, to retrieve a glass jar of Spaghetti sauce. I had been at this cabin while the snow was coming down, but at that time we only had about 18". I was turning off and draining the water from this cabin. I did see the jar, but didn't give it much thought until later. Anyway, it was a great excuse to get out of the house and play in the snow.

Now I am a tall girl, about 5'10" and when I pushed my way through the snow it was nearly chest high, but still fluffy enough to be able to move it with great effort. I made my way down to the boat dock in front of the lodge and waited for Linda to become visible. I was hoping that nothing happened on her way over and I would be forced to kick my way back through the snow and without the jar. Soon, I saw her come around the shoreline and into view. I started taking pictures of her as she paddled her way over to pick me up. The lake was quite still and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds. There as a wonderful quietness that enveloped the shore in its new white blanket.

Our trip was successful and we got to enjoy the beauty of East Rosebud Lake from a wonderful vantage point. Thank you Linda.

The Artist's Mother