Arts

Our Arts

This is a place for local artists to shine. Bit by bit, we want to add gallery space so we have a virtual gallery to show Mora arts and perhaps a place where we can drum up some consignment work, or just share what they are doing with family and friends.
Please use our contact form to request adding your favorite local artist to our list.
(This website is voluntarily updated,
we will do our best to add your suggestions in a timely manner.)

Anita M. Moss

Anita's first love, and most know form of art is portraits. She made her living from custom portraits, drawn, painted and photography for years. Adding to her art experience, Anita included sculpture and fashion design.

Her most recent business, UpcycledFashion.com has a focus of creating part-time work for people who need to work from home in Mora. The place closest to her heart and has lived, is right here, in Mora. She will continue  work on her creative endeavors in these beautiful mountains.

Scott Vail

I grew up in Santa Fe and attended Santa Fe High School.  The first time I visited Mora County was in the early 1970’s when I drove my sister over from Santa Fe to visit her future husband’s family who were living and working on the Salman Ranch. We took the Holman-Hill route, and the natural beauty of the area struck me greatly.  That sense of awe has only grown with time.  In 1984, I was living in Denver, between jobs and engaged to marry.  By then, my brother-in-law, Randy was assistant manager of the ranch.  I learned from my sister that a small house on one of the ranch lakes was up for rent for the even-then bargain rate of $125/month.  My fiancé, Carolyn, was willing, so we both packed up and headed for Mora.  My earthly goods fit in my Honda.  Hers took a bit more:  the largest Ryder truck I could rent without a commercial driver’s license.  Our memories of the next few years center mainly on the incredible abundance of wildlife.  From our front porch, we could watch coyotes, deer and hundreds of elk.  Tens of thousands of geese and ducks wintered on the ranch and shuttled all day long from the emerging wheat in front of our house to the lake on the side.  The only thing more majestic than the daily appearance of bald eagles was watching golden eagles rearing their young within binocular range of the house.

Unfortunately, or so it seemed at the time, we were unable to negotiate a long lease, and the old adobe house was badly in need of repair.  So, we set about finding property to build a home of our own.  In 1985 or 1986, we explored our way up Morphy Canyon.  At that time, you almost needed 4-wheel drive to travel the road, even in good weather.  When we came to the wide turn before Morphy Lake, we were almost speechless at the beauty of the pastures and mountains beyond.  The 1980’s were heavy snow years, so as beautiful as it was, it didn’t seem realistic that we would ever be able to live that far up the mountain.  But, to shorten the story, in August, 1987 we broke ground on our house, practically in the spot where we had been so overwhelmed.  To save money, we delayed extending electric power to the house for almost a year, so the first winter was spent shivering in the basement and melting snow for drinking, cooking and cleaning.  In those years, snow was as deep as four feet in Morphy Canyon and April mud seemed nearly that deep, so being isolated for long periods was an every-day fact of life.  It is a sad fact of life that, if you put your life savings into building a house, sooner or later you have to get a job.  My training was in geology, so the natural course for me was the mining industry.  In 1990, I went back to work full time, working as environmental manager for different mining operations until I retired for good in 2013.

Wildlife and cameras just naturally seem to go together.  I attempted without much success to get a start in wildlife photography in the 1980’s, but earning a living and raising two of our grandchildren took precedence.  It wasn’t until 2011 that I bought my first digital camera and discovered the startling images of birds it could capture.  From then on, my passion has been capturing bird images ever more sharply and more gracefully.  When the mountains are draped in fog or snow,  they take on a special kind of beauty.  At those times, I feel compelled to photograph landscapes.  I don’t know what the future holds.  The main realization that forces itself on me is that each new photograph excites me for about a day, after which I become aware of the flaws more than the beauty and become determined to do even better the next time.
My Website!