A storm overtook us as we paddled canoes and kayaks down Chartiers Creek one evening. We took out and watched it from among trees on the bank as the world turned black then fogged with rain, lightning struck just over the hills around us and the cree…
A storm overtook us as we paddled canoes and kayaks down Chartiers Creek one evening. We took out and watched it from among trees on the bank as the world turned black then fogged with rain, lightning struck just over the hills around us and the creek ran faster and faster and rose foot by foot. It passed just as quickly as it had started and as we continued our paddle a sunny evening turned to a violet dusk while shreds of mist rose and wafted around us like misty sails on unseen ships.
As always I took photos with my trusty little 2MP digital camera worn around my neck on a cord. After many too blurry or badly exposed to recognize one photo finally captured all the colors and shapes within the mist and the dusk and trees and hills. Thirteen years passed since that evening but this misty memory was one of the images I'd wanted to paint from all those canoe trips. The scene hardly looks like the little creek that runs behind a dozen small towns, once a dumping ground for mining and manufacturing and so polluted it was virtually dead, now alive and constantly in use, and often unbelievably beautiful.
This is my painting from Day 24 of the February 2018 daily painting challenge. See other paintings in this and other painting challenges on the page Creative Challenges.
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