Linda Meza
And unlike the lyrics to the song of the same name I had plenty of people to talk to. I encountered one gentleman sitting along the banks of the pond and we struck up an easy conversation. As it turned out he was visiting from Philadelphia, attending an opening at the Martinez Gallery and heard about the beavers.
After answering a few obligatory questions he ended up taking a call and I politely excused myself and resumed my watch up by the lodge. Within a minute or two he found me standing besides the railing, chatted me up for a moment more and wandered off to find his friends. Not ten minutes passed when he returned with a very colorful, very artsy group of folks.
I wouldn’t have even considered this to be all that noteworthy were it not for my passion for Monet. There is a particular painting of his entitled “Morning on the Seine by Giverny” that is by far my favorite piece. When ever I find myself in Chicago I make a special point to visit the Art Institute where it hangs.
Wouldn’t it be something else if our little waterway, teeming with life, turned out to be the inspiration for Martinez’ version of a Claude Monet or even a Cat Stevens. After all where better to see the moon’s shadow than filtered through the newly budded leaves of a willow beside a quite body of water?
