This was a commission for a fellow who was retiring. As I worked on the piece I began to recognize certain anatomical characteristics about the mare and certainly in the foal. I asked if the recipient could tell me if they happened to be related to a stallion I knew.
I guess the question freaked the fellow out as he was astounded that I could recognize not only the stallion but his offspring. Turns out the mare is the daughter of the stud and the foal a throw back to him. I guess the fellow who now owns the painting was astounded that an "artist" would also know horses. The funny thing is that as an artist you end up spend extraordinary amounts of time rendering life like images onto canvas so much so that you study, duplicate and memorize all the little nuances of that creature. I can walk into any dairy barn that houses a cow I have painted and pick her out by her markings and the mammary veins, but only on one side!! LOL I probably spend more time looking at the cow than the owners do!
Today's News.
SO today we are being pummelled with what feels like the 900 th storm of the year. This one started innocently enough at 2pm but by 5:30 there was over a foot of snow. By 5:45 it started to blow. Now it is starting to rain/freezing rain. The kids are doing their little "happy" dance as the possibility of school being cancelled tomorrow is very high. I must say the drive home through this latest weather delight was "wonderful" (insert sarcasm here!).
I swear every 80 year old Grandmother on the planet decided she had to take her aged car with 3 year old summer tires out for that one "quick" trip to the grocery store for milk. Slamming on the brakes and skidding in a variety of semi circles before my eyes was just for my amusement I am sure.
Folks, News flash; YOU LIVE IN CANADA...BUY SNOW TIRES!
It snows here...alot.
We have more winter than summer.
It rains here, then it snows here ... alot.
We have crappy weather .... alot.
Global warming has not affected our miserable seasonal weather patterns enough for you to keep your bald summer tires on in February. EVER. This has not changed from when you were a child and it is not likely to change in the future.
BUY APPROPRIATE WINTER TIRES.
We have more winter than summer.
It rains here, then it snows here ... alot.
We have crappy weather .... alot.
Global warming has not affected our miserable seasonal weather patterns enough for you to keep your bald summer tires on in February. EVER. This has not changed from when you were a child and it is not likely to change in the future.
BUY APPROPRIATE WINTER TIRES.
While I can normally get my jollies watching people experience the terror of sliding out of control from the comfort of my home while watching some form of vehicular "Wipeout " on the tube....I do not need to participate in your delusional fantasies that include your warped belief in your ability to travel safely through snow drifts that stop snowplows.
If you feel this rant does not apply to you, and you decide to pull such an idiotic maneuver and find yourself calling the ditch your new garage I will not stop and give you a ride home. You can walk your stupid arse home and stay there like you should have done in the beginning.
Winter preparedness. It is called being responsible. If you can not be responsible for your own actions...then don't act. Your inability to remain on your side of the road threatens the lives of every responsible person who is driving home to their families in their weighted down, new snow studded tired car.
Playing dodge ball with my car on a snow covered road with you is not my idea of a good time. Stop it. Your not funny anymore. If you won't do it for me Granny than do it for the 32 cats you have living in your house. I don't want to be responsible for them when your dumb actions have you hospitalized or having a personal meeting with St. Peter. I personally having you chatting about your eternal damnation with another fellow entirely but I think you get the point.
My rant is done.
I feel better.
Be safe on the roads. Be prepared, we'll all live longer.
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