Paintings, Drawings and Photographs by Barbara Field (except where noted otherwise.)
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
Over and Under
Saturday's painting location was the Lower Arroyo Seco in Pasadena. I found some shade just a short walk from archery range. I always thought the archery range was the coolest place (at least since I was 19 and a boy took me there at night and played his flute for me.) So I was pretty surprised to hear a year ago that the range was in danger of being shut down by the city. What gripe could anybody possibly have with this marvelous old lightly used archery range among the oak trees in the Lower Arroyo? The archers who use the range seem largely a good bunch. Out of generosity and love of their sport they offer free lessons. This was all for the good until the Hunger Games phenomenon. Now every little girl and boy in Southern California wants free archery lessons, and their indulgent parents pack the parking lot starting at 7 a.m. I arrived a full half-hour early for painting, and I had to park way up Arroyo Boulevard, and trek my wood easel and painting paraphernalia down the road, down the long driveway, and through the entirely full parking lot. All the while muttering to myself as the curmudgeon I'm becoming. It's summer for heaven's sake. Those children aren't even in school, so couldn't they play out their bow and arrow fantasies on some other day? Couldn't they leave some open space on Saturdays to those of us who are stuck in office buildings all week, and, when Saturday comes, just want to paint bridges, walk dogs, cast flies, or sleep in before archery? It will pass I suppose. Just like the casting pond boom after A River Runs Though It.
In spite of the difficulty arriving, painting was good. I painted the Colorado Street Bridge. I was distracted from my crankiness, and the walk back to the car seemed easier, even though it was up hill and much hotter. In the evening I went to Pasadena Heritage's bridge party and celebrated the bridge on the bridge. The bridge is 99 years old, spans 1486 feet in a graceful curve 150 feet above the Arroyo.