I drop Jay, then maybe 14?, off at a local pond to fish one evening. Drive home, follow a train of thought the whole way. One thought. Another. Another, another. Wonder what Jay's train of thought might be while he fishes.
An hour later I pick up Jay.
Jay, when you fish, what do you think about?
No, really, when you were just fishing, where did your train of thought take you?
I thought about fish. I looked at the surface of the water to figure out where the fish would be.
When I see MA FISHING LICENSE on a Christmas wishlist this year for Jay, now no longer 14, I claim the honor of getting it for him.
|In the Moment|
3.25x4.5", acrylic, ink, and oil pastels on watercolor paper
[not for sale]