There is a mountain in the desert right on the edge of Death Valley that I like to stare at.  It’s always blue.  Whether it’s sunny or raining, dawn, dusk or when sand is blowing, it’s some shade of blue.  Usually cerulean blue.  I like it’s shape.  I call it The Blue Mountain.  It’s like my friend.

The Blue Mountain

Oil on board

12″ x 24″