Art Memory

T wo winters ago in mid January after visiting friends near Middle Musquodoboit I was driving home on the old road. In the early afternoon sun I could see something moving towards me on the horizon. Having time on my side I pulled the car over and slowed to a stop to watch the approach.  

What resolved from the distance was a team of horses and their driver walking in my direction on the shoulder of the road. When I wound down the car window the frozen sky filled the cabin and the sound of bells on their harness punctuated their approach. They paused as they passed for a quick hello and then were on their way, the team was anxious to get to work but in those few moments memories were stirred, somehow things felt right. I returned to the studio and began work.