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I made a number of trips to the Ranches to prepare this series of paintings, often rising early, before dawn. On more than one occasion I witnessed an incredible light show as the sun started its journey each day, slowly saturating an ink black sky with a warm palette of color as it made its climb from behind the Mosquito Range to the east. Slowly mountains would take shadowy shape in the faint light. The eastern sky would gradually become saturated with peach and orange tones, while above and to the west it would remain draped in deep darkness. As dawn arrived, so the flag would be run up the pole, the breakfast bell would toll, and camp would begin to stir.
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