I sat on the porch late this afternoon near sunset. The desert mountains appearing dust grey, granite and rust-brown as the light slowly lowered itself in the west. The landscape before it a bright tobacco and hay with vibrant and dark green kiavi scattered as though islands of refuge for the abundant wildlife that lives within its vastness. Skies of light purple and blue beginning to darken scattered with game birds flying through the haze from the dust blown in the warm Arizona winds. I gazed in awe at this, Gods canvas stretched across the horizon. From one side of the valley to the other the twilight bathing the vista in a warm glow beneath billowing white clouds in the distance and wondered how with such magnificence before him man dismisses with little thought the painted beauty and majesty of His world.

I saw you looking and wondered why,

As you rarely noticed before,

Your days they moved,

From dawn to dusk,

Beneath bright and hidden stars.

The breath you drew,

Was ever there,

The scent of life filled the air,

The steps you took without a care,

As it seemed you never noticed.

What was the difference in this dawn,

What made you look far beyond,

To see the beauty ever found,

In the colors of Gods canvas.

No matter what, I’m glad you saw

At least one moment on His wall,

And woke to notice after all,

The colors of Gods canvas.


Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnston
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.

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    • Thank you my friend. I’d forgotten this one until I sat gazing across the desert from our porch yesterday. The Desert during certain times of the day can be absolutely stunning in its many shades and colors.

    • Thank you so very much Len. All I did was write what God painted in the desert yesterday afternoon. I am so humbled by the many comments I receive.

    • Thank you Susan. We’re lucky to have the ability to experience these magnificent vista’s if only we take that moment to breathe in there beauty. Thank you for reading my thoughts. J

    • My pleasure, Johnny! I still can’t get over actually living here; it’s like a dream come true. Four houses up a hill from the bay, with its sunsets and all the beauty the ocean can bring. It’ll never get old, that’s for sure!

    • It must be beautiful there this time of year! I love the water and spent a large portion of my life in the sea.

    • It is beautiful year-round, Johnny, especially the sunsets. I’m going to send you a snapshot I took a couple of years ago that I use for some of my memes on LinkedIn. It’s one of the rare ones that came out better than I had thought it could!

      And I just clicked here on your name, and saw your paintings, which I hadn’t known about. Dear heaven, they’re amazing! I love abstracts, and a couple of them — Doalley Station and Texas Blue — definitely speak to me.

      My Aunt Mollie, who’s been gone for 8 or 9 years now, was a painter, and some of her work reminds me of yours. The one called Doalley Station is like the big (gigantic) brother of a tiny one she painted a long time ago that sits on my credenza. I’m going to take a picture and show you that as well.

      Who knew? Wow. Just wow.