
Isn’t painting fun? Thinking of painting makes me think of my childhood.
Nearly every summer when I was growing up, my father would load all of our family (my mother, my 2 brothers, and me) into our car, and we would travel way up North into Canada for our yearly vacation. It was a fun time!
My father was an avid fisherman so, of course, we rented a cabin on a fishing lake. It was not unusual for him to go out in his boat and sit and fish for hours, often without getting a bite. Many times I went along, fishing at times and trying to keep still so as not to scare the fish away. It was on these occasions that I would look around at the beautiful scenery and think ‘if only I could paint.’
Since then I have learned to paint, and even though I’m not the best painter – I certainly can’t hold a candle to many of you – it’s something I really enjoy, along with the other crafts and hobbies I enjoy.