A First Nation’s person, a male artist, came to my side when I was sitting by a bench. He showed me his canvas piece he worked on for this very day. It portrayed, a mountain, a thunder bird, a bear and was a colourful, textured looking rendering. The artist wanted to know if I would buy it, but I had no money at the time, nor the walls to show it off with.
“I’m really sorry, Ben”.
While walking on Cumberland St. after a real fine Kirtan at Boulevard Lake, I passed by a couple in conversati