It was a friend of my father, I think his name was Peter who used to make regular trips up to his favourite camping and hiking spot north west of Toronto called the French River. I don't know why but there was always something about that name that made me want to see it. or maybe it was Peters constant raving about this wonderful place. "The waters move fast, the fishing is amazing and the sunsets will blow your mind!"
One of the first places I traveled to once I was old enough to get my drivers licence (many many years ago now) was up to the French River.
To be sure, it is as it always was in my minds eye, very dramatic with rocks that flowed in and out of the waters surface. Those twisty pines which just seem to be be able to hang on inany conditions.
"The French River"
The Artists Journey
This is my blog page and it is where I get to be the opinionated man that I really am. The views are my own.
I invite your replies and comments, on my virtual welcome mat.
This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.