Hurricane Arthur did some major damage here in Nova Scotia. There are still some people without power in the province.
My daughter and I were out in the yard picking up blowdown from the giant willow tree that neighbors our house. Our landlord ( who is a nice fellow, by the way) drove slowly by and joked with my daughter about needing to use a chainsaw. There are girls who are comfortable with such tools but my daughter is not one of them.
As he drove on , busy with lots of clean up on the farm, he grinned and said, “There’s always a first time for everything…”
So True, I thought and this inspired me to share one of my earliest ever oil paintings . I think this was painted some time in the early nineties….no, not the 1890’s, ha! Compare it to a painting of a chicadee I did in acrylic only a few years later. No. This is not to boast ( or maybe, hmmm) but to show you that practise and desire can improve an outcome. After-all… there has to be…a first time for everything!