Studio Musings
Musings by a Creek
Dear Reader,
While getting my car serviced I decided to paint. I took a walk in the light drizzle, past sheep hiding under bushes. Eventually I came to a small creek that runs behind the visitors centre in McLaren Vale. I set myself up opposite a large tree on the creek bank. Pedler creek runs mostly in the the winter months. As I sat there watching this little creek meander and gurgle, I noticed that there were no straight lines before me. Everything was meandering and finding ways to get on with each other. It reminded me of the traffic in Nepal, where there are no road rules. In the apparent chaos there is consideration for another being, be they human, cow or chicken.
