Many years later these stops were revisited on my own
family’s road trips. One such site stands out for its extreme beauty. I stopped
the car in the Upper Peninsula (this time we took the impressive Mackinac
Bridge) to stretch our legs at a parking pull off. We walked down a dark and
shady worn path that led under a huge iron bridge over a little stream with moss
covered boulders. Cameras were clicking away as we tried to capture this
majestic scene to remember at home. Standing in this pristine site filled with
cool texture and a symphony of sounds it suddenly occurred to me that this wonderful
place was one of the stops on my childhood family journey so many years ago. Some
things actually may stay the same at least for one lifetime.
I got an email from an art gallery that has a summer theme
of forests of Michigan. The image was there in that pleasant place in my memory,
dense forests, pure tumbling water and moss covered rocks. After
finding the second generation photo of my journey into that beautiful scene, my
interpretation was on course. As things go in the arts, the gallery might or
might not take this forest painting. The process of art in this case reminded
me that the first step – inspiration - is motivated by many sources. In this
case, I am so happy to have returned to a very special memory.
As we watch parents do their parenting thing, we have to
marvel at all the effort that goes into raising and nurturing a child. That
family trip many years ago is fondly remembered. Here’s to the family road
trip and may we all have many more.
Joel Upper Peninsula scene, second time around
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