The are more days than I can count where my early morning commute is a painter’s inspiration. I am lucky, along with some other fortunate east-end travellers, to be able to enjoy a seamless journey along the parkway to my place of work each morning.
My travel is the set up of my day — the river often a soft canvas mirroring its shoreline, reflecting the light and clouds above — my non-caffienated gathering of images and thoughts before the bustle of the day begins.
I have sighted the odd fox, a rafter of turkeys and the migration of Canada geese in chevron flight each spring and fall. Here too, I witness the skiff of ice forming on the river edge as we prepare to nestle in for the winter and equally exciting, the ice flow jams when the sun warms us again.
Sometimes, this journey is on two wheels and other times on four; however, regardless of the number of wheels, the view and peaceful travel is often the best part of the day.