After completeing (? will look at it tomorrow) painting of the road to Batopilas, I was motivated to go back to my painting of an elderly woman who was standing in the shade of the Copper Canyon train selling her baskets. She looked over 80 years of age, but I am not good at determining age. These people whose culture has changed little in hundreds of years do not generally have a long life span, but she really looked old. I love her colorful attire and her beautiful baskets, most woven out of yucca leaves that are split and occasionally dyed.