The blue fence (work in progress)
Acrylic on watercolour paper
6 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2019
When I taught at a school north of the city, it was
sometimes a squeeze to get to work on time. Traffic
could play havoc with my perfect timing. This house
was a symbol for me. Of course it isn't bright yellow,
and the picket fence is decaying brown board. But
I would have loved to see it spiffed up with a bit of
colour.
I haven't been back in a couple of years, so it may be
gone. The city was encroaching on the country land
with malls, and gas stations and new housing developments.
But for me this house meant, "hey girl, you're
going to make it to class on time!" I knew I still had a five
minute drive, and a running scramble. But that's what
the house said to me, time after time.
Have a letting the world speak to you day.
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