The Bay


the-bayGrandma had died.  I flew to California to be with relatives and attend the funeral. When it was over I felt lost and lonely.  My father knew I’d never seen San Francisco.  He rented a car.  We drove downtown.  I loved my dad.  It was great to be with him. We ate shrimp at the pier.  We rode the cable cars.  He and I went up Coit Tower to see the city.  We drove down Lombard Street.  I bought a souvenir in Chinatown.  We went to a hotel on the hill.  It had a glass elevator on the outside.  We rode it to the top and saw the beautiful city.  We went back to the car.  It was alone on the road.  All the other cars were gone.  We had a big traffic ticket.  I still missed Grandma, but at least I had my dad.  He’s been gone almost twenty years now.

This painting reminds me of him.  Note the buildings are like blocks standing on end.  I’ve given the feeling of sunlight with shadow on the side.  There is a great contrast with the dark clouds over the bay.  The bridge stands in the center of the background.

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April 24, 2009

Margaret @ 9:56 pm #

I aboslutely love it! Having been in San Francisco so many times, I can really feel the pulse of that amazing amazing city. Looking at your painting is certainly a virtual trip back to that famous place.

Christine Roach @ 10:53 pm #

I’m glad you have a painting to remind you of your daddy. I know how much you love him and miss him.

April 25, 2009

Jennifer @ 1:35 pm #

I loved the commentary, especially the commentary in your email. It made me feel emotional. I miss Grandpa, too!

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