Remembering...

Police Point Park has always been a little oasis for me in the middle of the prairie! It is a combination of grasslands and forest. My Dad and I used to ride our bikes across the prairie to Police Point. That was before the prairie road was paved and paths were made. mom and I have spent many autumn days there for week long Community Classrooms with my students. My son and I spent many days exploring the enchanted forest there. He would pretend to be a report for National Geographic and would create videos talking about the magnificent Plains Cottonwood trees and the giant boulders that line a dirt path. I have spent many hours walking there in the early summer mornings before the temperature got too hot! What a treasure I have! If only those hills, cliffs, trees, grasses, bushes and paths could talk, they would have a lot of stories and history to tell!

Grassy Lake was a favourite fishing lake we frequently went to. The campground was a farmer's field in the middle of the bald prairie. It was common for us to have to walk around cow paddies to get from our trailer to the lake. Dad liked it because the fishing was usually good and the lake was long and wide and not full of crazy boaters.

Dad and I would get up really early for most people, have a banana and then go fishing!

When I asked dad to wander over to a specific place because I spotted certain birds, he would without hesitation troll the boat closer for me to take a photograph.

On this particular day, on what I call "Pelican Island" (a mere rock pile sticking out of the low lake water) there were about 10 or more pelicans, along with geese, ducks, seagulls, a heron and various other shore birds.

For a change, the pelicans didn't fly away and instead gave a performance!

I got some fantastic close ups. This watercolour painting is of that special day with my dad. Summers are just not the same without him!

 It has been another busy week finishing journal pages.  This page I was practising my hand lettering. 

Life is a song... Sing it!  This is a visual journal reflection of my summer holidays. I started it on the airplane and just finished it this week.

What do you do when you have just hopped out of the tub dripping wet and you look outside and see a Great Horned Owl in one of your willow trees? Well, you put on a hat, get dressed in the first clothes you see, bundle up and out you go!

I hope you have been singing your life's song and have had another artistic week.

Happy Paint Friday!