Someone asked me what my perfect job would be, a thing that had not been asked since high school, as in "profession of choice." I assumed my response would be to be a painter- which is what I have been for decades. I had an "Ah-hah" moment. I want to be paid to wander; aimless and ecstatic. by DAVID MONTGOMERY
PAID TO WANDER
Friday, March 5, 2010
Harbinger
My wife and I walk by this view several times a week along with our dog. It is an old meander of the Rio Grande that now holds fluctuating water levels throughout the year. A constant feed is from a warm artesian well that flows through ditches from a mile away.
This is one of the rare sources of open water in the winter. A clue that the seasons are changing is when we notice the spread of the thaw start to grow- a harbinger of Spring approaching.
"Harbinger" oil on linen 9 x 12
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My dog, Clementine, and I also love these meandering water walks. You've really captured the seduction of the wandering water here, Dave- thanks!
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