Today is #Scribblepicnic day. The prompt is boats. My picture is painted with watercolour pencils. No micron pens today.
I don’t come from a boating family. I remember the one and only time being in a boat before I turned 16. We had rented a cottage on an island and with it came a boat. Of course! How were we to get to the island? It turned out to be a small aluminum boat with a small 9 horsepower motor. My mother was unimpressed. In fact she spent that week on the island and never got off until it came time to leave. That morning we awoke to a thick blanket of fog. On the way to the marina, I leaned over the front of the boat with a flashlight to tell my dad where the rocks were in the channel. Adventure plus! Can you hear me? “Rock on your left. Rock on your right.”
Imagine my surprise when I met my hubby to be – his family grew up with motor boats. I have spent the last 46 years with a lover of boats.
Do I have boating genes? Absolutely not. But I have learned to enjoy most excursions. I say most because we have had a few exciting time on larger lakes with high waves. I don’t like that, at all.
What boats did I choose to paint today?
Sailboats – because they are colourful and I haven’t had much experiences on them except getting hit in the head by the boom when I didn’t duck when commanded. (earlier before I married my hubby)
I don’t have a desire to go on a sailboat, besides not wanting to be bumped in the head. They can go fast and without warning. I have no control and I have a problem with control. This would be way out of my comfort zone. Instead I will draw them.
In Arizona we can watch “sailboat races” every Wednesday and Sunday mornings on our little lake.
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