We get up just after sunrise, with the sky already light. A short drive to the airport mesa, and there I set up to paint a view of Sedona Rock. It is an exercise in chasing the light. I lay in the dark and light patterns, but get distracted by painting the sky. Every once in a while, my watercolor background pulls me away from doing what I know I should–painting the thing that changes the most first. In Oregon, that is often the sky, but not here, not now. By the time I get back to the rocks, the light pattern has completely changed and I am chasing the light. Mistake. Still, these rocks are mysterious, flamboyant, and interesting, despite the rough rendition.