What a crazy week it was last week. Those of you who live anywhere but the west coast think we’re snow wimps in Seattle. Somebody recently sent me this photo entitled “Seattle’s reaction to the snow”

Well, having spent five years in Connecticut before heading west I can somewhat understand it. But it’s so rare that we have significant white stuff at sea level out here that we forget how to deal with it.
I must admit that for the first day or so of the snowfall I was thoroughly frustrated with not being able to get anything done. But then when I realized my two-wheel drive Astro Van wasn’t going anywhere, I relaxed into it and enjoyed the snowball fights, the snow football games and the sledding with my family and tried to forget about work for the week.
The one thing I was able to do was re-arrange the studio a little. I have ten canvases in the Rocky Mountain series started and they were scattered all around the studio drying out. In order to get some functionality back in the space I moved some of the finished work back into the house and rediscovered some old friends in the process.
Here are three paintings which hold some particularly fond memories for me, and the stories behind them.

“Swarm”
When I was a kid growing up in the midlands of England, a trip to London was a big deal. The train ride, the tube, the taxis. The grandeur of the buildings, the squares…………………the pigeons.
Trafalgar Square was one of my favorite places. The National Gallery is there, Nelson’s Column, the Lions and thousands and thousands of pigeons. I haven’t been back for quite a while so I don’t know if the pigeon population is still the size it was but I remember someone saying once, “Don’t enter Trafalgar Square with a sandwich, you won’t get out alive.”
The painting above shows the innocence of a young child who has been told by her parents of the simple delights of feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square. With a bag of breadcrumbs, which have been carefully saved, stored and carried to the site, she has no idea of the Hitchcock like scene she is about to create. This painting was based on a photo I took seconds before she opened her bag and completely disappeared into a cloud of grey, flapping madness. I wonder if the green coat she was wearing ever looked the same again.
“High Force”

The River Tees carves an astonishingly beautiful path through the landscape of northeast England. Rising in the Penine Hills it meanders its way to the North Sea, skirting the North Yorkshire Moors.
The painting above shows my favorite location along the Tees. The waterfall is called “High Force” and is a magical spot. The river flows across open moorland before cascading down through the basalt landscape into this small and secluded canyon. The geology is very similar to that of Palouse Falls in Eastern Washington (Just north of Lyons Ferry on the Snake River) but High Force is much more intimate. I sat at this spot for over an hour watching the sun light fade from the sky and there was nothing but the sound of the water. Quite a place.
“Pac Beach”

We used to have a hard sided trailer until gas prices got too high to justify the truck we used to pull it. One our favorite places to camp is Pacific Beach State Park, near Moclips on the Washington Coast. We try to get out there early in the school summer holidays to “blow the cobwebs out”. It’s notoriously windy and a fabulous place to get unintentionally exfoliated. We have great memories of walking (at a 45 degree angle) along the beach, building sand castles in full winter regalia and imagining what the view would be like if we could only get the hood of our rain coats out of our faces.
These days we have a pop-up tent trailer and can add the sound of clattering canvas to the many delights of the trip.
Having said all of this, there are those times when mother nature cuts us a little slack and allows the wind to drop long enough to feel the warmth of the summer sun. This painting shows the end of a wonderful day at Pacific Beach. The day was warm, the castle was huge and the dinner is almost done. As the sun sinks beneath the horizon the breeze starts to pick up again and the warmth of the day is gone in an instant. I love this place!
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