Just home from a run on Newcastle Island with Trudy, Denise and Liz. A big high pressure system has settled over the coast, lulling us back into summer. The grasses on Newcastle are golden and the trails smell of dry, crushed arbutus leaves. Soon the maple leaves will join them, big yellow handkerchiefs which turn to something like soggy cornflakes as the fall rains set in. I will miss the Newcastle year, all the seasonal markers we always notice on these runs. And I will miss very much my running buddies and other island friends like Frances and Carol. As well as town friends like Darcy, Judith and Mary Jo and Victoria friends Jane and Hazell. Looking back, a year has passed so quickly; looking forward it seems to stretch slowly into something longer than it's measure. Is that part of the theory of relativity?
I'll also miss my students, some of whom I have been painting with almost every year for more than ten years. For my part, I'm going to try to work on the art of the quick watercolour sketch and will try to post some of these on this blog. Meanwhile I wish all you painters an artful year. And remember PAINT AS IF NEITHER YOUR TIME NOR YOUR MATERIALS ARE VALUABLE.