Peggys Cove-The Fleet is In

 

Watching a painting evolve is in some ways the same as watching your child grow or a seed sprout into a plant. As you focus on it, nurture it, you see subtle changes that grow before your eyes. I dance from one side of the painting to another, working on boats, docks, and the shoreline.

There's an October chill in the air in the mountains today. A greyness that precedes a change in the weather. Due to a bike crash, I have 24 screws in my elbow that let me know about the change of weather as they react to barometric pressure change.

Time to get back to the painting listening to CKUA in the background.

Enjoy the journey.