First class lounge Ottawa train station
Black marker on notebook paper
9 x 6 inches
Barbara Muir 2010I sometimes wish that I had more of an artistic imagination.
I don't know whether it's my training, or inclination, but
my whole art gig has been spent trying to capture what
I see. Of course just ask anyone who knows me, and
that person will underscore the fact that I do not see
what "normal" people see. But what I paint, with minor
modifications is what's in front of me.
Last weekend when we went to see my mother, we
traveled by train. What a hoot the train is. We decided
to treat ourselves to first class, which is modestly more
than coach, and boy do they treat you right. From the
moment you sit down there are snacks, then drinks,
then the heated face cloths to get ready for -- the
fancy little appetizers, then more wine and the main
course meal. You might be sad and worried when you
sit down, but you are one happy puppy when you
deboard, or whatever they call getting off the train. On the
return trip I got out my notebook and did a quick, quick
sketch of the people in the waiting room before we
were called to get on board. Don't you love the sound
of a train -- and it's so much better when you're on it.
It was a serious traveling weekend, which is why
we took the train. We celebrated my mother's birthday
in Ottawa, five hours away, and after a brief stop back home
drove the same distance from Toronto to Windsor to see my
son Sam for his birthday. Then it was back home to Toronto
for Steven's. All of those, "I'm a travelling man" songs were
scurrying through my brain. Except of course I'm a traveling woman.
A shout out to my sister-in-law (BFSIL forever) who's
on my family's birthday train because it was her birthday
yesterday on Canada's Remembrance Day.
Have a recording-the-world-you-see day