There is a quote that states something
along the lines of “ There is no such
thing as Bad weather, only poorly attired people”. Whoever said/wrote/thought/believed that
clearly never lived here. For days now
the winds have howled, the trees have swayed and the clouds have vomited a
white slushy substance the whole combination much like a giant upturned margarita
caught in a tornado.
This is not weather in which to walk a
dog, no matter how young and exuberant.
Particularly when walking said canine involves having to bundle up a
young two and a half month old human in some sort of gear that will somehow
miraculously allow him to stay both dry, and warm, and still be capable of
breathing. And so... I’ve holed up in my home on the hill
(knoll?) and have marvelled in the growth of my Chicken Little, and focused
what free time I’ve had on artistic endeavours... (that is when I’m not up to
my eyeballs washing Mount Laundry and it’s cousin Diaper Mound.) Meanwhile the dog, increasingly bored,
gallops up and down the stairs, chases her tail and deposits a small arsenal of
toys at my side in an effort to expend surplus energy.
Here are a couple miniature paintings I’ve
worked up while Chicken Little slept soundly in the snugli.
“Twin
Jellies”
Watercolour
Twining together in a bubbling
sea two deadly bubbles of venom play.
© RiverWalker Arts
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