Midway through our trip, we got back into the car and headed to Taos – and finally found a plain. I’ve got to say, I love plains more than anything. You can see so much, and you feel so small. But you also feel free – like you can take off running at any moment and nothing can stop you. Granted, barbed wire fences probably would stop you. That, or lack of prior exercise and conditioning. But it’s the feeling that counts in art, so here it is. The mountains were breathtaking seen from the ground – I loved looking over the distant places where the plains started to rise into foothills, then erupted into steep mountain sides. That’s something you don’t see in Texas.