As the first of the 100 days of summer arrive, 9 years ago marks a devastating flood on the campground, located in a floodway of the Bow River Basin.
This tree was one of the standing survivors from 9 years ago. As I painted I remembered the mud, the smell and silt almost knee deep covering the ground; At times when the earth became too overwhelming, a glance up towards the skyline gave hope.
Today, the river rises; familiar messages float over the airwaves, the sump pump goes 24/7, hail hits the roof and powders the roadsides as skies and mountains shed their water. Capturing this meditative prayer for the people downstream.
Happy painting.
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