Fleeting Days

Day 30: Here we are at the end of another challenge. The stats for this month are as follows: 368 miles driving to look for painting subjects, 114 hours painting, 38 cups of tea, 83 podcasts and 20 hours writing stories. While the rainy days far outnumbered the sunny ones, I even enjoyed that added challenge of finding soggy subjects. When I proposed painting through the month of March, I had no idea of what historic events would unfold before us. This challenge served as a wonderful distraction for me, as my focus was on paint rather than toilet paper.😉
Thank you for taking the time to follow this series. I looked forward to hearing from you daily and listening to your memories that the paintings had evoked. I wish I could continue, but I have several commissions that need my attention, as well as the need to wangle my house back in order.😉 I will try to sprinkle a few painting stories in occasionally, so please keep an eye out. Now for the final story...
Growing up in the 60’s was vastly different than it is today. The only screens we had were the screens on the windows that let in the sounds of the peepers and kept out the Junebugs. Every morning after breakfast, I unceremoniously scuffed on my old pair of light blue Keds (with the hole in the toe), flew out the door and slid down the railing to the earth below. There was so much that had to be done between chores, crayfish hunting, rotten apple throwing in the orchard, woodchuck hole counting in the back meadow, balancing on moss covered rocks across the “crick”, making handprints in the grain dust in the grainery, pretending to be Roy Rogers thwarting the evil bank robbers... The days were long and lives endless.
“Fleeting Days” Watercolor/Colored Pencil, 5”x3” $125

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