These past two weekends have both involved trips to Vernon to see Dad and Mom.
One of the side benefits is driving through some of the most beautiful country in the world…even if I’m a little biased.
This weekend was extra special in that Ingrid and I were able to take in a little time with friends as well.
Whenever we were out with Max and Chris in nature, we’d like to remind them of how small we are compared to the mountains, lakes and oceans. It was a good chance to gain perspective and think about those things that were bigger than us.
This weekend as I looked again at the rolling hills and mountains and lakes, I was reminded at how small I am in the scheme of things and that the amazing art is rarely just created by happen chance. Usually there is an Artist involved.
Some of the most interesting pieces of art and music are ones where I listen over and over again or view time and time again, only to find something new…something different.
Perhaps that is part of the painting of our lives. We have yet to see all that is in the work.