Familiar, and often overlooked are the places we call home. I moved to Musselman’s Lake about ten years ago; I was thrilled to combine cottage life with daily life, but the novelty soon wore thin. The word suburban came to mind, as while the landscape was ‘southern Ontario country’ and the homes were ‘cottage lite’. There was no denying that this was a commuter community, emptying out in the mornings and filling up at night.
Still, there are the moments where I realize I live somewhere truly special, a community where people really do spend time out on the ‘front porch’ and the veranda is not just a place to store bicycles.
Last year, I wrote about this in “Guitar Man” (who still holds the occasional impromptu concert), and the weeds growing on the verge look just as lovely.
The painting is a boat I’ve walked by often, never noticing how ‘picturesque’ the scene truly was. If we can only open our eyes, we need not look far for beauty.
Image: 4”x6” watercolour on watercolour paper.