I got up and out this morning. Forgot about people heading out to brunch for Dad. Bad news: had to wait quite awhile for food (ordered to go because the place was 100% packed). Good news: by the time my food came, on a plate, there were open tables. So it all worked out ok.
Thought I’d do a quick check on the blue herons and stayed to do a painting. Before I’d started on the scene, a father and child showed up, and stayed just long enough for a couple fishing casts and then they were gone again. Made me think about all the happy (and long boring) time spent in our boats fishing over the years. Millions of shiners caught individually by Dad, early in the morning. His time on the lake which let him spend more pleasant time on the lake, catching bigger fish.
This was my bigger painting:
and calling it complete. I was pretty happy with it and hope to do more “less detailed” or looser paintings this week.
I had a couple other visitors too
As soon as I saw the first painting, I saw the man as your Dad. And you. And Brant Lake and big fish. Fishing with Grandpa in comfortable silence. Of course, your Dad’s special shiners.
The “looser” style seems to capture the essence.