abstract, acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20"
I can't remember the last time I was out in a canoe but I don't even have to close my eyes to remember almost everything about the whole BeingInACanoe-ness as if I'd just been out in one this Very Morning.
The sounds and the smells and the look and the feel - all that loveliness - especially once we'd paddled out of the choppiness of the lake into that secret-to-most little stream or creek that wound up and down and around and around for miles and miles. Remember, S? The journey would take us from breakfast 'til dinner and even then, we'd only make it as far as The Anderson Place!!
Thank God for their l-a-r-g-e boat!! AND, Bless their Hearts for always being so warm and willing to: 1) invite TheGreatAdventurers to stay for dinner; and, 2) insist on putting us in their boat - canoe and all - and zooming us back to your cottage!!
How I wish and wish and W-I-S-H you were still alive so that we could remember those Golden Days together - so that - maaaybe?! - we could do one last "All-Dayer" for old time's sake..Miss you like no one else, dearest, deeeearest friend of my youth..
I was down at Ambleside Beach the other day. It's one of those officially designated "leash-free" beaches for dogs to enjoy. And, E-N-J-O-Y it they all DO!! How YOU would laugh and delight in their antics, S!! They're all so dear and so funny - especially this one, crazy, old Basset Hound by the name of "Bridget Bardot"!! Such a character THAT dog!! She kind of waddles to the edge of the water and then just stands there, belly/boobs in the water, tail wagging with Great Enthusiasm, as she lets out the occasional, not particularly loud, not particularly energetic, deep-throated "wu-wu-wuff"!! It's as if she's a self-appointed Matriarch or something who has decided that SHE must keep her eye on all those young fools frolicking about in the waves - though she has NO intention of wearing herself out over it.
It was those waves - or, really, the appearance of those ripples - as one sweetheart-doggie after another plunged, full-force, into the water to retrieve a stick or a ball that had me Remembering all over again.
Remembering those WONDERFUL canoe trips of ours!! How old were we when we did our First "All-Dayer", I wonder? 10? About that. Your darling Mum packed us so much food that there was barely enough room left over for..US!! AND she made us wear those old-fashioned, huge, heavy, h-o-t, SCREAMING-orange life-jackets!! AND inspected us to make sure we even had those rotten crotch-straps in place and securely tied!! We HATED those things!! Still, we usually did as we were asked, didn't we? A Very W-I-S-E woman your Mum!!
Once we were in the stream-y part, the water seemed to change completely. There's a Special Magic to almost still/barely moving water, isn't there? An extra thickness or viscosity or whatever it's called. With no tourist boats or ski-boats or just-out-for-a-ride boats in 'our' stream, there were no wakes or waves or chop to mess with our paddle paintings. The water could've been a long and winding sheet of highly-polished and tinted mirror through which we slowly, gently, often silently moved 'painting' with our paddles. Remember that, S? The designs we could make by simply changing the way/the speed/etc. with which we touched the paddles to the water!! BREATH-TAKING!! The HOURS we spent doing that!! The sheer JOY we ALWAYS felt!!
'Course you often ruined them before they disappeared on their own, didn't you!! You and that WEAK bladder of yours!! You and your LOVE of Grape Pop!! Down your swimsuit would come and out over the water your bum would go and Poof! Our gorgeous designs would vanish in a hail of giddy, little-girl GIGGLES!!
L-O-V-E you Forever AND the day after that. C xxx