They carry their beauty without arrogance or ego. They swim, walk, and fly as if oblivious of my persistant pursue to try to get a proper glance at their elegant black and white heads. In fact, they avoid selfies altogether!
I paint as fast as I can. It is I, after all, the admirer, the expectator! How I wish I were this beautiful! I’m hypnotized by the contrast of their black and white colors, and their long slender necks that, when one looks closely, convert the sun light into a blue/black reflection. In the heat of the moment, almost subconsciously, I see down my paper to find the same golden color of the Arabian sands; that color that covers all those deserts that seem so far now.
A famous quote by the American philosopher, Ralph Waldo Emerson, rushed through my head just as fast as that gold color made its way into each water droplet of my watercolor: “Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.”
Perhaps, I thought, I am carrying the beauty of the desert in my hands, my core: my Canadian geese with the stunning golden sand colors of the Arabian gulf !