Storm Watching
18" X 36" oil on canvas
Original art is sold
Storm watching is a favourite Heine family pastime. We choose a good vantage point, depending on wind direction. A sou’wester puts us at Turkey Head, where the waves can break right over the van. For a nor’easter, it’s Clover Point n Victoria’s southern waterfront. The long fetch from Race Rocks makes for an angry sea and big winds. Our typical procedure is to visit Starbucks and mortgage the house for four venti-mocha-cash-a-chinos and perhaps a snack or two. We take the drinks down to the viewpoint, park facing the wind, and sip away while the wind and spray rock the van. Eventually we decide it’s time to emerge and experience the fury of the wind directly. We usually bring stale bread for the seagulls, who, in the big winds, can hover stationary, just inches away. At times there can be dozens, and it can be quite intimidating and occasionally painful on the fingertips.
For warmth, my youngest daughter Sarah often breaks out the trusty Pooh blanket that resides in the van. It’s ever ready to face just such an windstorm (“Windsday” for all of you A.A. Milne geeks). In this painting, Sarah, here age 13, sports the Pooh blanket cape style. A very Blustery Day indeed.
Mark Heine
18" X 36" oil on canvas
Original art is sold
Storm watching is a favourite Heine family pastime. We choose a good vantage point, depending on wind direction. A sou’wester puts us at Turkey Head, where the waves can break right over the van. For a nor’easter, it’s Clover Point n Victoria’s southern waterfront. The long fetch from Race Rocks makes for an angry sea and big winds. Our typical procedure is to visit Starbucks and mortgage the house for four venti-mocha-cash-a-chinos and perhaps a snack or two. We take the drinks down to the viewpoint, park facing the wind, and sip away while the wind and spray rock the van. Eventually we decide it’s time to emerge and experience the fury of the wind directly. We usually bring stale bread for the seagulls, who, in the big winds, can hover stationary, just inches away. At times there can be dozens, and it can be quite intimidating and occasionally painful on the fingertips.
For warmth, my youngest daughter Sarah often breaks out the trusty Pooh blanket that resides in the van. It’s ever ready to face just such an windstorm (“Windsday” for all of you A.A. Milne geeks). In this painting, Sarah, here age 13, sports the Pooh blanket cape style. A very Blustery Day indeed.
Mark Heine
