The other day I was reading about how coyotes have been spotted all over my neighborhood. They are nomadic and travel in groups. Today’s coyotes are considerably bigger than the little 35 pound variety that lived here 20 years ago. These new coyotes are closer to 60 pounds. I never thought twice about a walk in the woods at dawn or dusk in the past, but after seeing a few of these big boys in recent years I have taken pause. Hearing their frantic and fearsome howling prior to “the kill”, the screaming of the victim and finally the silence of the feast, I have reconsidered my evening strolls. You see, I don’t run as fast as a deer and I’m smaller…. I know coyotes have not yet attacked people….but there could be a first and I would rather not be it. I can see the headline now, ” Breaking News: World Famous Artist Eaten by Pack of Hungry Coyotes” artists are known to have active imaginations….
But then, dusk is a lovely time to paint. The low warm light is just beautiful on the bay and surrounding areas. So on the same day I heard news about coyotes in the area I went to a spot along the bay I have been wanting to paint…in the evening. That area is only accessed by land though the woods, about a fifteen minute walk. About the same distance Little Red Ridding Hood had to travers to get to Grandma’s. I was late too. Trying to finish up some studio work before heading out. I know the area is popular with dog walkers, so I had expected more people to be around. Maybe they had read the same article I had.
As I sat on the beach painting , my mind kept wandering back to the woods; to the sun getting lower, to the lack of human company; to that headline.
At least I got a start on the painting, slapped down some base colors and shapes and started thinking about bribes to get my husband to come with me on another evening to finish it up. Then I packed up and beat feet back though the woods all the while looking for climbable trees. The only wildlife I spied on my trek out was this lovely lady who apparently has no worries about coyotes, or me for that matter.
Since I didn’t see a single coyote, let alone get attacked by a pack of them, I felt pretty silly about my concerns. Not silly enough to avoid sharing them with the world however.
Who knew that painting required such intrepid fortitude?
Look for the next installment of Adventures from the Imagination of a Bay Painter coming soon!
I never understood how you could get so much painting done so quickly, pro that you are. Now I know
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