The drive from Tucson to Bisbee was a landscape like nothing I had ever seen before. Gradually, I began to feel I was traveling back to an earlier time. A very strange feeling. The wind was sending dust into the air and the farther south I went, the more unfamiliar everything seemed. By the time I passed the sign announcing I was entering Tombstone, I felt I somehow actually had slipped into the past, an eerie feeling.
The town of Bisbee is a painter's paradise. Charming homes cling to the hillsides along the narrow roads. There seemed to be very few places wide enough to park a car. This corner was one of them.
The painting is on one of my palette/panel holders, made by Open Box M, Inc, a small company in Cody, WY, with great service and by far my favorite gear.