Someday maybe we'll meet these people

The House on the Hill #2

Acrylic on canvas

18 x 24 inches

Barbara Muir © 2017
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Is it a strange concept that a certain house on your journey can become
symbolic?  This one is.  But I've noticed that Steven and I grow 
attached to houses in different places where we travel.  Here in
Toronto, we've traveled to Etobicoke, and parked in front of the same
house in front of a park by the lake.  The owner of the house stands
in the doorway smoking.  I call him Fred, and Steven calls him Dave,
and yet we've never talked to him, because we don't know him.

In decent weather, we used to get out of the car, and go for a walk along the
water, a long way from Fred/Dave.  Lately we haven't been going there

because the city is doing construction on the shore all along the park, and
they've torn down all the beautiful trees that used to be there.

But as far as I know this sweet house on the hill, not far from our
school house in Nova Scotia still exists, and it signifies the end
of the journey -- arrival. It always makes me happy.

Have a loving your life day!