It was a beautiful snowy morning. I was busy packing for my travel to visit familia in Mexico. I knew this would be my last chance to capture a winter scene. I put on my winter boots, warm layers, backpack full of paints and whistled for my faithful dog. As I trudged thru the snow I couldn’t help but feel the exhilaration of spring on the horizon. I noticed the robins were back, flashing their bright red breasts, woodpeckers were making a racket in the trees. My dog was delighted to catch a few sleepy groundhogs (sorry hogs). I knew the scene I wanted to capture and was looking for a good spot to paint. My mind wandered to my husband, an avid outdoorsman and excellent hunter. His hobby was usually successful and brought us much meat. As I trudged home I felt very grateful for the abundance of scenery. I felt connected to nature and to all who enjoy the outdoors. I had completed my painting. That evening, gathered around the table for our meal of venison, we bowed our heads and prayed. It was a ritual we’d grown up with and taught our children. Mike and I were the only ones gathered (with our dog at our feet). I felt our words of thanksgiving echoing throughout all our previous generations. So to the future generations I say…Whatever it is you do, life is better with a prayer and a grateful heart?
Maria Ressler Nature Paintings and Art Studio 