mountain bike ride through the desert scrub of the Central Oregon landscape. There is a lot of dust, scrubby pine trees, and rocks. It was glorious until I hit a rock that threw me off the bike. I landed on my knee and that was the end of the ride. I limped back about a mile to the end of the trail. With a fractured tibia, the rest of my plans went on the shelf. Today I am back home. I wanted to paint something large that would help relieve my frustrations at the slow pace I now keep and the loss of a well-deserved vacation. The result is this painting which I call Fire and Ice. It is metaphoric on many levels as you might imagine. Prints are available here.