As the snow falls today I look back to a distant day on the river.
My memories linger and tease me of the spring past and one to come.
One memory stands out this morning, one of sharing a moment of silence.
Silence seems to be a reoccurring theme for me.
Maybe that is why I am so drawn to activities that naturally lend themselves to it.
Painting and Fly fishing to name a couple.
"A Shared Silence" captures such a moment.
I was on a drift down the Bow River with my friend Pete, when we passed these two gentlemen.
They were quietly casting and completely in tune to what they were doing.
Listening to the line as they cast, the river moving us forward, the water pressing against our boats haul and nothing more.
A gentle nod of the head as we passed from each man was all that was needed.
Funny how this only took a minute to occur, but it stands out to me many months later.
I love that, the ability to lose oneself in a memory, one that speaks to my very essence.
In away a bridge to that moment.
As I sell these works of art I find myself missing them, but I know that the paintings bring the same connection to the new owner and I am glad that I can be that bridge for others.
So when you find yourself in a daydream, enjoy it and know you're not alone.
