Mountains, and a certain summer color of sky. Sam Scott, whose artwork and writing you should know if you don't, taught me that the eye sees the three primary colors, and, when one is absent, adds it. He talks of seasonal color palettes. On late spring/almost summer mornings like today, the eye adds a hint of red/magenta along the ridgetops.
Land art created by the elements.
This lightning-killed tree is a painting waiting to happen. It's also a home to more living beings than it was when it was alive.
I was thinking yesterday about monumental land art like Spiral Jetty, corn mazes, etc. While there is something there to appreciate, they are monuments to ego, as is, perhaps, all art that is not temporary. When land art is created by the elements, it is without ego. Perhaps that's the definition of magical. But then my eye sees it, and I want to recreate it as a painting, a monument to my ego. Ha!