Painting: After The Windstorm

by me, acrylic on canvas, 7.5×9.5 inches

I did this painting from a picture that my father took in December 2025. We have frequent high winds here in Idaho. In this picture, the wind has knocked power poles down along this rural road, stretching into the distance. You can see that the wires are still connecting the poles together. In addition, the wind has taken the metal “wheel lines” (used for irrigation) and blown them in among the power poles. The white line snaking across the field in the middle distance is a wheel line that has been pushed out of shape. Finally, you can see tumbleweeds caught among all the works of man on the road there. The white van belongs to the power company. It has its doors open, and its boom is protruding off to the right. Idaho Power is always very good about immediately starting to fix disasters like this. They will even send people out while the storm is still going on to try and restore power.

I used to only want to paint nature landscapes, but the longer I live in Idaho farm country, the more interested I get in including things like power poles and grain silos in my paintings. They have a certain sci-fi splendor. When I first saw this photograph, I knew I wanted to paint it because of the repeating lines of the fallen power poles. I thought it would be relatively simple: paint the fields, then add the lines bisecting them.

The longer I painted, the more of the mess I was able to see. I literally did not notice the hardware still on the fallen power poles until I started painting it. It won’t surprise you to learn that I have greatly simplified this scene. There were additional broken-off pieces of power poles, and additional bits of wheel line, that I’ve had to leave out.

The Scarcity Mindset

A flock of birds bunches, and then makes a sudden dash

through the space over the highway.

Below are swirls of dust from the dried-out mud of the farm trucks.

I close the vents to keep it out of my car.

Are you trying to get what you need from other people, out of their scarcity?

All our dust-fields are lined up beside one another.

We dibble little empires in them.

Perhaps, if you take pinches of dust from the fields around yours, you can build a city,

impressive miniature dust-houses for the pill bugs to goggle at,

because you have forsaken the Lord.

Why do I make it sound so easy, you demand?

Where even is this spring of living water?

It’s right there, actually, but we don’t want that one.

We want abundance, but not like that.

A Sagebrush Environment

I have previously posted both paintings and photographs of sagebrush, which can be found just a short walk from my home.

Sagebrush in the foreground

And here’s a random sagebrush, growing out of a juniper in my neighbor’s yard, not too far from the site where that picture was painted.

Out here, sagebrush tends to grow on any patch of land that’s not developed, either with crops or sod.

Now for your viewing pleasure, here is proof from the Idaho Museum of Natural History that a “sagebrush steppe” is a unique ecosystem.

This is not to say that sagebrush is a monoculture. It tends to grow interspersed with Rabbit Bush, which looks like this:

Anyway, here are some pictures from the museum of a woman’s shirt and skirt woven mostly from sagebrush.

Very uncomfortable looking, and I don’t blame them for switching to hide clothing as soon as they could!

This is My State

On the campus of Idaho State University, in Pocatello, is the Idaho Natural History Museum. My husband and I visited recently. I’ll be posting pictures from it throughout this month, so you can enjoy the unique environment that we live in .

Ahh, a topographic map of Idaho. I never get tired of stuff like this.

The smooth u-shaped area in the southern part of the state is the Snake River Plain. I live on the lower right side of the U. The air is usually so clear that I can look north from my house and see the beginnings of the Pioneer mountains fifty miles away.