“Mist.” I stood for the first time at this place when I was a young boy with my father fishing. Years later I returned on a bright summer afternoon as a man and when I had started my artistic career. I knew when I looked at the surrounding landscape how I wanted to paint it. I saw this kind of a morning. I wanted to paint a misted early morning sun rise. So I would listen to the weather reports the night before I planned to come here. If the weather said there was going to be mist in low lying areas I knew conditions would be right to capture what I wanted to paint. For five mornings in a row I got up at around four, made a thermos of coffee, got a good book to read, grabbed my camera and a lawn chair and came to this spot. It was five days before I found the conditions were just as I had envisioned them for a painting. I took photographs and jotted down notes and sketches of the moment for reference that I would need when I decided to paint it. It captures one of those quiet mornings of contemplation. A place we all seek at times to settle ourselves when we go about the tumult of our daily lives. Whether you’re walking the banks of the Nith, the Grand, the Conestoga or any river you might just perchance come upon this kind of a scene that catches your breath as you take in a moment of serene beauty and calm.
“Mist.” I stood for the first time at this place when I was a young boy with my father fishing. Years later I returned on a bright summer afternoon as a man and when I had started my artistic career. I knew when I looked at the surrounding landscape how I wanted to paint it. I saw this kind of a morning. I wanted to paint a misted early morning sun rise. So I would listen to the weather reports the night before I planned to come here. If the weather said there was going to be mist in low lying areas I knew conditions would be right to capture what I wanted to paint. For five mornings in a row I got up at around four, made a thermos of coffee, got a good book to read, grabbed my camera and a lawn chair and came to this spot. It was five days before I found the conditions were just as I had envisioned them for a painting. I took photographs and jotted down notes and sketches of the moment for reference that I would need when I decided to paint it. It captures one of those quiet mornings of contemplation. A place we all seek at times to settle ourselves when we go about the tumult of our daily lives. Whether you’re walking the banks of the Nith, the Grand, the Conestoga or any river you might just perchance come upon this kind of a scene that catches your breath as you take in a moment of serene beauty and calm.