Today’s post is a watercolour of a place I had the fortune to pass everyday on my way to work. When you keep your eyes open there is always beauty “Along the Way”.
Along the Way
Watercolour
Orwell River
As we all spend a little too much time inside today’s post is a reminder of what awaits in the near future. Hang in there.
NB Legislature
Today’s post is the finished version of NB Legislature. This stately building rests in downtown Fredericton, New Brunswick.
NB Legislature – W.I.P.
Today’s post is a work in progress shot of a watercolour of the New Brunswick Legislature.
Duck!
It’s been fun to paint this little yellow bit of rubber. It’s a blustery winter day outside and there is nothing on the horizon but variations of pale grey. The bright yellow of “Duck!” adds a bit of sunshine to an otherwise dreary cold January day.
Duck! – W.I.P.
I’ve begun work on a new watercolour. There are times when everyone should “Duck”.
Preserved Skates
Growing up in Canada learning to skate is a national requirement. I have early memories of making my way to an outdoor pond and putting on a pair of too large skates (familial hand me downs), tentatively pushing around a wooden chair on the slick frozen surface and in the end doing my best Bambi on ice impression. My skating has improved over the years, but not too much. Today’s post is one of my “Preserves” in it I have preserved a pair of the ubiquitous footwear of my homeland.
Preserved Peace Tower
Since I started this blog I’ve attempted to post something every day. It was an opportunity to not only present new work, but to shake the dust off of older work and let it see the light of day. As we begin 2020 I am going to put the older work back on the shelf for the time being, and just present newer projects. Today’s post is the newly finished version of “Preserved Peace Tower”.
Preserved Peace Tower – W.I.P.
Today’s post is a new watercolour. In it I try to preserve a bit of Canadian architecture.
A Silver Skate
Today’s post is the finished version of a “A Silver Skate”. I grew up near a river and during the short crisp days of winter we would make our way down to its frozen surface. There we would put on blades of silver and fly along the ice. It was a sweet taste of freedom in a season that so often shuts us in.
