Toronto's great walks

I'm including a painting tonight that I did from reference based
on a walk on the beach in The Beaches in Toronto one March break
a few years ago. I liked the snapshot and the painting followed.
The painting reminds me of the lovely end of day light we walked
in that afternoon in March, when suddenly it was a bit warmer, and
people opened their coats. Very young teenagers of course couldn't
even wear coats in the terrific heat of a 4 degree Celsius day -- and
thus the sweatshirt. I just love the casual, captured goofiness of young
people, which I think I got. Many people have told me that this is my
best painting, but I'd argue that. It's a bit too high realist for me. I love
the colour, and I almost accomplished what I was trying to do, but
I want a looser feeling most of the time.

I've been walking like crazy with my friend, Suzanne, trying to
walk off a winter of too much snow for comfortable walks. It
doesn't seem to matter which direction we set off in, we run
into such beauty. Lots of people revile this city for its size,
and ugliness, but I think they're missing the point. If you
get down inside the city, and start walking there are just
so many pretty streets, lovely gardens and parks. I walked for
about an hour and a half on Sunday with my dog, and we
came across a new park about every three minutes. Zoey
was irritated because I was a woman on a mission. I
was walking, not stopping to let the dog sniff the tulips.
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Have a great walking day.