I’ve just had a little mini vacation to Bowen Island – my favourite local getaway. When I’m there I’m virtually unreachable, and have no internet access, so it’s a proper rest from the usual everything-bombardment.
I spend the time working in the my grandma’s garden, or having long art-related conversations with her over lots of cups of tea, and I also take myself off to one of my many favourite painting locations and practice watercolours.
Usually when I sit for a few hours painting, I see interesting things; animals show up, and don’t realise I’m there, or I see the bird shift-change on the lake as the day moves from late afternoon to evening. This time, while I was painting at Crayola Beach, a 6-point buck swam past me, across the mouth of the bay and around the corner out of sight.