Going, going, gone

One of my favorite places to paint is below the dam at Deer Creek. It’s not only convenient to get to but it’s peaceful and beautiful.

All the brown in the field across from my window is now gone replaced by various shades of green. It seems like it’s been a long time coming. I ask myself how can time during the summer seem shorter but the winter longer. There seems to be a discrepancy there. I have come to the conclusion that I really dislike winter. I have never lived in a place without it, yet I think I am ready to try. About half of my art class leaves for at least part of the winter. Maybe I should consider that also. I talk about it, yet, in truth, I will probably stay in this diverse climate until I die.

When I paint, I ache more in the winter. In the summer I try to get more sun but not too much even though my doctor thinks I need a lot more of vitamin D. When I paint by water the sun comes at me from many directions. I work along side my wife in the garden. It’s a real summer pleasure except at harvest. Bending over isn’t much fun but the rewards are very tasty. I also help can and freeze food. That delight makes winter a little more enjoyable. So, it’s spring again and neither me or my wife should be here according to our medical doctors. But I guess God doesn’t want us yet, so we are here, putting in a garden, tilling the earth, planting and watering. I think it’s better than the alternative but I’m not sure about that yet. I’m in no rush to meet my maker but I don’t fear it either. In fact, I look forward to it when my job here is done. Evidently it’s not yet done. I and we are still here. I look at life as a journey, a journey through other lives. It’s not about places, it’s all about people. It took me a while to learn that concept.

Everyone has a different journey even though some of us join our efforts and make most of the journey as married partners for life. Some of us were never supposed to be entirely alone. A shared existence, I feel, doubles all the pleasures. That is if you’re with your soulmate. I was and am and we make the journey smoother for each other.

Our families are very precious to us and to that I include friends and neighbors. I know I have not been chosen to resolve world problems. I am a simple person living in simple surroundings. I have lost some friends due in part to excessive lifestyles. I miss them, yet I know they shortened their lives by choice. They missed a lot of real meaningful living and that I regret for them.

I have a simple, uncomplicated philosophy where people succeed in achieving a new height. I celebrate with them and when there are errors and things go wrong, I empathize with them. When a business that provides a good product or service and succeeds, I feel good about their success. When a business fails, I feel their loss and I am saddened by the loss of their dream. That is why I tried my very best to make every company I worked for successful. Their success was tied to my inner philosophy. I believe that this is one main reason that so many of my clients became my friends.

Now I am in the middle of a new adventure. One where I teach more. I do not know where this is going yet but I am absorbing a lot of different kinds of information. Hopefully, I will live long enough to really get to use it. How and when or where I am not sure yet, but there has to be a reason for all this life’s journey.

Harry Croghan is an artist, photographer, writer and teacher. He can be reached at 740-852-4906 or by e-mail at hrcroghan@icloud.com.