French Beach Camping
We have had a soft winter here on the West Coast and it got me thinking as I do daily on how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place. We love to go camping and try to get out into the wilds as often as possible. My idea of camping is certainly no hardship, I load up an 8" dense foamy, clean sheets, pillows and comforter and refuse to leave without them. In fact on a canoe trip to Okanagen Lake a few years ago, our rolled up bed took up so much space in the canoe, we looked hilarious and almost capsized. This painting is a combination of a few favourite campsites here on the West Coast, the memory of walking back to the tent at dusk, the dying embers of the fire, the dog shaking off the sea water, the clear starry sky, imagined blue dragon flies and the tanker lurking behind the trees reminding me as always of how fragile this beautiful planet is.