"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Sunday "stroll"

Sunday  stroll, 4" by 5 " watercolor, 140# d'Arches
How long since you've "strolled" anywhere? Out in the woods on a fall day? Across a springtime pasture? On a rural path in the summertime?
Such a pretty word. It means a leisurely walk, first used in English very late 1500s, perhaps from German. Even the word is leisurely, calming, in our fast-paced world.
No wonder we don't stroll very often--when we're not speeding in a car, we exercise on a treadmill, jog, pedal. If we do walk, we're usually in a hurry to get from one form of transportation to a meeting or something. The rare times we do slow down and explore our senses and the world around us--do they not bring back good memories?
I guess these are just thoughts strolling through my mind, as I practiced painting a family out for a Sunday "stroll."

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