Landscape Painting: Clear Lake, Utah; A Union Pacific Freight Train; and a US Highway 50 Crossroad

Freight Train, Millard County, Utah
oil on canvas
8 5/16 x 12 3/4 inches

A Union Pacific freight train rolls through Clear Lake.  These days it is just a gravel road crossing a highway.  Brittle hedges define rectangular shaped spaces of past habitation.  The structures are gone; tin cans, broken glass, concrete shale and nails are the visual remains of decay.  A local museum may display a book or two on the place, but no historical marker describes the lives of the vanished inhabitants.

The road could be a short cut out to US Highway 50 if not for dusty vibrations and scrapes with sage on turns and straight-aways in grey ruts of mud.  I know from experience.  Acceleration and luck are the only things that kept me from being stuck out in a sea of sage a long way away from any house or highway.

Clear Lake, Utah: Landscape Painting by Lloyd Brown Captures Desert Wetlands



Details: Clear Lake, Millard County, Utah (The Loneliest Road in America)
oil on canvas
7 x 57 1/8 inches





The images for this painting came from a drive my brother Steve and his family and I took to Clear Lake.  Leaving town we hit a squall.  The early summer afternoons were filled with frequent thunderstorms.  It was difficult to tell if the shafts were veils of rain or curtains of dust.  This was new.  Although it was desert to the west for as far as the eye could see, dust squalls were limited to gusty southerly breezes that abruptly switched course to a sandblasting kind of cold just ahead of snow.  Not all snowstorms precipitated dust, but some swept in with a choking grey just ahead of whiteout.

            The current dust comes from fire or a series of fires that burned more than 360,000 acres of trees, shrubbery and grasslands to the southwest of town the summer of 2007.  We were away at a family reunion in northern Utah.  The news was short on information; we couldn’t tell where the fire was burning.  The freeway was closed; we knew that much, but because so many TV reporters are just pretty faces, they didn’t really know where they were.  The largest fire in Utah’s history was but an abstract distraction between commercial breaks.  When we got home, smoke exposed flames burned away on the horizon for several nights.  When the blaze was close to comatose, the roads we thought we knew turned to delicate ash.  Firefighting teams and machinery beat chalky ruts to alkali power.  As we drove through dusty brush, an unspoken dread of getting stuck was mentioned.  A driver never cares to hear those tones of concern turn to scolding satisfaction when a dreaded event happens.  The road improved.  Blackness came into view and silenced what could have been a scorn of superiority.    



            The fire explains the vast shafts of dust and veiled rain.  It is hard to tell which will prevail until the first droplets hit the skin so cold, you recoil.  It’s not like that everywhere.  Rain is not always met with darting alarm.  Pelts are only pelts because the cold makes it so.  Babies are not baptized in ice water for a reason.  I didn’t know that until I left the Basin and Range region of the United States.  A downpour can be like standing in a shower.  Although ducking for cover is common practice, in many places it is just about staying dry.

 





            As we walked around the lake, clouds were very much a part of the scenery.  Atmospheric conditions of filtered light and rain, and the small scale of the painting obscure the mountainous terrain of the horizons.   It could be almost anywhere.  Water is the thing we see and I am reminded of being out in a boat around Port Aransas.  The difference is mainly scale.  Shallows and reeds, sky high clouds cast in sedimentary decay, mercury colored mud languidly underscores the distillation of a breeze, an unbroken transparency dancing in ripple and wave across the water.  With a little imagination, the scene could be anywhere along the Texas coastline.  The difference is one of confinement.  Mountains surround the lake in a sea of sage.