Jump, Skip and a Hop


The older I get, the more I like to watch play.  Whether it be animals or children or older “children”, there is something valuable and not frivolous about play.  It refreshes the soul.  When we moved to Georgia, it was hard to get “hooked in”.  We were all without “playmates” for a while.  I was recently at the park the other day and my homeschooler had plenty of companions.  It charmed my heart to see him out of the corner of my eye, charging through the trees, nerf gun in hand, chasing a friend.  Water play, of course, is the best play of all.  This painting emerges from a day on slippery rocks from a stream.  I love the way the bodies twist and turn.  No need for facial details, the tale is in the body language.