To my surprise I arrived in Zion National Park at 5pm, with enough time to pick up a few groceries. I met my supervising ranger, who’s been on the job exactly one week. We’re both newbies. The house is small and comfortable. I understand most artists have used the living room as a studio – there are a number of lights and a drafting table, as well as couch, coffee table and bookshelf. I am having some trouble behaving as if it is a studio – I find the presence of carpet and living room furniture inhibiting. More so is learning to ignore the people walking by on the very nearby Grotto trail. I haven’t figured out yet when my open studio times are going to be.
Alas there is no easy Internet or cell network access. Closest is one-half mile walk away; going into town to visit the library’s free Wi-Fi takes several hours. Gloria Miller Allen told me she resented every task that took her out of the Park – laundry, groceries, post office – and now I understand. They’re precious, minutes here, and everywhere I look there are spectacular pictures to make.
Missing, an exterior view of the little house – it was the Visitor Center in the 20’s, then a museum for a long time. Even though the shuttle audio recording and the sign in the picnic area say it is a residence for artists or researchers in residence, I still get people unhappy it’s not a museum.