Fall of 1995 saw both my husband and I in Vancouver, British Columbia. But, we weren't together. Actually, we had yet to even meet!
When we did meet in the spring of '97, began dating a year later, got engaged and later married, it was quite an easy decision for us to head back to the Pacific Northwest & British Columbia for our honeymoon.
Many new traditions began while honeymooning. One, was to forgo individual wedding presents, and later anniversary presents, in favor of picking out a piece of original art to enjoy together in our home.
Only one hardfast rule applies this tradition: the piece of art we choose has to "speak" to both of us. You see, we have quite different aesthetics, so initially, we thought this one guideline would be a challenge for us.
Out early, we walked the nearly deserted streets before the galleries opened
(you could say we were a wee bit anxious to get out and enjoy the city we loved so much!). Low in one gallery's window sat a stunning
Michel LeRoux painting. We stopped to look and moved on.
Gallery after gallery, a restaurant for lunch, a pub my husband had stopped in at when he was there years earlier with his best friend for a pint, more galleries, a little shopping, and we returned to the gallery with the painting sitting low in the window.
They gladly pulled the piece that looked as if it were colored in strokes of light, rather than paint, into the middle of the gallery for a better look.
We looked at it. We kept looking at it. I was distracted for a bit by a gorgeous
Marcelle Dube painting that I can still see inside my head to this day. But, my gaze kept returning to the Michel LeRoux painting that we first set our eyes upon, hours earlier.
What we initially thought would be challenging - our rule - was quite simple for us. We had found an original piece of art that captured, raptured, us both. It needed to be in our home for us to enjoy for many more years to come...and for over a decade now, everyday we see it hanging on our wall, we've enjoyed it.
I found this video on YouTube filled with his art. I don't know anything about where it came from and while our painting is not in there, it is a good representation of his work.
Our honeymoon destinations included Seattle, Friday Harbor in the San Juan Islands, Victoria and Vancouver, British Columbia, and led to another favorite tradition to celebrate each year of marriage near the water. Happily,
Fort Bragg, California most frequently finds us on our anniversaries.
We look forward to the day we can return to the waterside locales, stocked full with smile worthy moments. Until we can, we look up at our Michel LeRoux painting, remember, and smile.
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In
Lost Edens, author Jamie Patterson struggles to save her marriage which may or may not be already over. Keeping her attempts a secret from her family, she attempts to mold herself into the wife her husband wants her to be.
As a member of
From Left to Write book club, I received a copy of this book for review
(book links are affiliate links, all other links I'm sharing are purely informational). You can read other members posts
inspired by Lost Edens by Jamie Patterson on book club day, October 27 at From Left to Write.
Last week, Write on Edge prompted us to write a text with a 160 word limit. I got really hung up on the text message part of it and chose to write it as a piece of microfiction, still within the word limit.
