It’s spring. There are signs. The rain remains unabated, a permanent feature of damp and cold. While it is unlikely we will dip below freezing for the season it is not warm out.
The girls usually take one weekend a year and head out to the ranch for a weekend on horseback. A weekend of sleeping in a bunk house, sitting around a fire, eating, and riding through the high sub-alpine meadows in the stunning
looking out towards the Bulkley valley shadowed by the majestic Driftwood Canyon and it’s gleaming white Glacier . Hudson Bay Mountain
However for this year I had to give it a pass at over 6 months pregnant… horse back riding is apparently not recommended. So while I mourned the loss of a weekend in the saddle, I took the opportunity to do something else in life which I love….
Last weekend was the local Easel Weasel semi-annual art workshop. This spring the artist we invited to teach was Nicole Best Rudderham. (http://nicolebestrudderham.com/). Friday evening we met in the penthouse boardroom of a local hotel – the view from the wall of windows looking out over the harbour is inspiration in itself. An uninterrupted view of the harbour, picturesque with the small islands across the way and the sleeping behemoths that are the anchored bulk carriers awaiting their cargo of grain, coal or logs all of which are exported across the pacific to Asian market. After a lesson on Friday evening we touched paint to paper as the sun began to set in glorious colours.
With a full two days of painting following that auspicious beginning… I am once more inspired and have learned a few more techniques which I hope to continue to use.
Here is an unfinished look at one of the pieces I produced (although it still needs some refinement).
The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it. ~Author Unknown