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WALKING BUDDIES |
As the year comes to an end there is always a moment of
reflection and good bye to special moments.
This year ends with a special goodbye for me. My little companion, Rusty has finally
succumb to cancer. We said our last goodbyes this week.
The painters life can be a lonely life at times. You spend hours
in the studio or the field pursuing that moment of inspiration. Even my husband will abandon me in the
bush, as I capture that special light as it reflects off the trees or the sun
setting on the water. But Rusty has
always been there.
He was happy to wonder for miles on the trails as we searched for
just the right spot. Clamouring over logs, slugging in the mud, well okay. He didn't really go for the mud and for that
matter he wasn't a big fan of blackberry vines either. I carried him over that. But the rest of the time, he was there. We would find a place and set up. As long as he had his spot, usually on my
lap, he was happy. Did I mention he was
a lap dog? I think he could have written
the book, How to be a Lap Dog. He know
all the tricks. We would settle in and I
would get to work.
Now this can be a dangerous time for Plein Air Painters. (See my blog- Beware: 5 Health Hazards of Plein AirPainting).
You are obsessed with the project. You know what I mean, 'in the moment'. Time stops. You see and hear only what
relates to the goal. You are oblivious to anything else: bug bites, sunburn,
thirst, coyotes, you name it. Rusty was my watch dog. After a few hours, he would tell me: time to
drink, time to stretch, time to move out of the sun and oh yeah! Time to move,
that noise I had been ignoring was a group of coyotoes, howling in the
bush. They were kind of close,
definitely time to move!!
Back home in the winter it was studio work for me. Rusty wasn't
much of a lap guy in the studio but he did like to sleep there. He had his own bed, well actually, 3
beds. When I worked at my drawing and
painting stations he curled up and slept.
I could always hear his soft snoring as I paused to reflect. His other beds were at my computer desk. I think he liked the one at my feet because
it was close to the furnace vent. In the
evening he would curl up there while I worked on my writing. In the daytime he wanted up on the counter
where his bed faced the window. He was a
real taskmaster then. Telling me to
hurry up as we needed to get out for our walk before the sun was gone. You know
how short the days can be in the winter.
Important to get out there as the weather can change in an instant.
So to my little guy a special good bye. And don't worry Rusty, I have learned my
lessons well. Painting or drawing, take time to stop, reflect and stretch. And of course go for a walk every day. RIP
little guy.
Rusty - 1996 - 2015 |