We’re Rachel and Stock Schlueter, two painters on a year-long journey across the country. We hope you’ll follow along, and maybe we’ll even see you on the road!
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We’ve painted here a couple of times now. For the photo I couldn’t resist the faded pink and green cattle guard. This landscape contains subtle hues that are impossible to capture with the iPhone. And very hard to saddle with paint…from time to time you can hear cattle dogs yipping in the distance. As we painted one showed up. He must’ve broke loose from his lead. He was exhausted and jumped into the back of our truck. We gave him water and some dried meat. Wagging he thanked us and was on his way across the endless expanse.
One of the things we love about traveling are the sights along the road. Some things have an impact that make you serch your feelings and assumptions more deeply. This is one such image.
photo by Rachel
Stock has begun to create his masterpiece for the trailer! The design will cover the entire back surface. While he’s not painting he’s doing a fine job fishing.
I wanted to repost this beautiful painting by Stock. We are now in the third month of our journey and second week in Wyoming. We love Wyoming as much as we loved Montana. They are similar but different enough to have distinct personalities. It’s been an awsome experience looking at life in a new way with a sense of freedom that is difficult to have when you’re tied to one place. The ability to just paint is truly a gift. Each day is a blessing and has special meaning because it is rare to have this opportunity.
WYO. is off the charts for dramatic landscapes. Like our beloved Montana, it’s got a hold on us and we are giddy. Meeting lots of very nice people on our journey. Getting invited to visit all over the place. Looks as though we’ll always have a place to stay and paint awhile.
Remember how windy it was in Montana? Well, I think it was just gathering speed on its way to Wyoming. OMFG! I’ve read that the locals have as many names for the wind as the Eskimos have for snow. I believe that to be true. Most of them of the four letter variety. Once again I added to the vortex of sound with my own stream of expletives. The wind won this one and we called the painting Mariah.
Yesterday we left our camp in the tiny little town of Clancy. Headed towards Bozeman with the idea that we would stop in Butte again. We just had to look down into the great pit. That part was kind of anti climatic. They had it fenced off so you couldn’t get close enough to the edge to really see the bottom. We went to the memorial for the miners that lost their lives in the huge mining disaster that took place there in the early 1900’s. I don’t remember the details but I think 162 lost their lives. Butte was a huge force in the early union movement in this country until the need for ore became paramount in world war one. Then later corporate powers took over. The history of this place would be good read. Many ghosts of the past linger here, so we are told.