Head Scratcher

There I was, in my own little world working on a painting. Bonnie can see the easel and quietly watches with an occasional comment. I managed to catch him with his favorite stick that has a star on each end using it to scratch his head. Can't decide it it was in awe of the brushstrokes or wondering what the heck I was working on. I may never know. Too cute not to share with you. More painting will follow.

Survivor

A few years ago, I went on a fly fishing trip on the Yakima River. I was among the cancer survivor's granted this trip for a fun filled day with a group of wonderful women. Two women to a boat along with a guide who volunteered. Quite a few boats and many stories. This man was a hero who volunteered and survived women who knew nothing  of his beloved sport. Seeing this painting I did brought back memories of patience, strength (getting our boat over a log) and most important, his calm after almost having his sunglasses hooked, almost loosing his cap and finally his quiet while getting me untangled. That would be one foot, leg and finger while a very strong fish was on the line pulling very hard and me yelling. Painting can remind us of many things and this one for me was our guide, the survivor !

Red Truck

Well, the first week of February…gone!

Geez, I hate to get started whining about time flying but I guess that means pay more attention to my art work and be productive. This little painting 9x12 sat here looking very sad and plain. Sometimes, as the saying goes, a little dab will do ya. No, I really don't know where the saying comes from but for me, it meant add something somewhere so, here's a little red truck. The painting looks more alive and happy. So, think we should change a little something in our lives to spark it up. Your choice. Try it and see what happens and again, I ask, send me a note and let me know what happens. It doesn't take much. By the way, I am still coming down from the high of our SEAHAWKS last Sunday. What a week for Seattle!