Earlier this week, a dear friend of mine, Eliza, her little sister, Sarah, and I went out to Lake Michigan to do a little bit of watercolor painting. The lake is such an amazing part of living in Chicago, and it was a very warm day! It was so warm that none of us did our hair and escaped our houses as fast as we could that morning. Lucky for us, it was picture-perfect at the lake with a breeze! But tragedy struck!!!
At the start we (or maybe just me) felt a little frazzled to find a good place to paint and quick! I had groceries being delivered in 1 hour, and that didn’t give us a lot of time to paint and get home in time. It should be noted that I tried to change delivery time, but I had forgotten my password and didn’t have it on my phone (whoops!)
We decided to paint out on the jetty, or maybe it’s the lookout?, and it was a beautiful view of the Chicago cityscape. After we laid all our supplies and things out to start painting, I realized that I didn’t bring any water to paint with! But we quickly remedied that problem and used the lake water in a palette lid I had with me. (This isn’t the first time I’ve used water like that when painting outdoors—works like a charm!)
Well, the breeze picked up a bit, just as I was getting the water, when I heard, “Sarah! Something blew into the lake!!” And sure enough, two paintings(!) one large pad of watercolor paper, and one of my large watercolor palettes had blown into the lake!!!! Such a tragedy, guys! My paintings drifted off into the unknown, and my palette sunk right before my eyes. Straight down to the bottom of Lake Michigan.
It was only 10ft or so away from us on the jetty, but it was very deep in that area, and I imagined the water would be VERY cold right there. There was really only a 10% chance that I would jump in after it all, although I am still very sad about those paintings. My palette sunk quickly, and the paintings could be seen for about 10 minutes before they were lost for good. I said my goodbyes at the end of the jetty.
I think the saddest part of it all was that about 15 minutes later, two young boys ran our way and jumped right into the lake over and over!!! It was too late to ask them to even try to retrieve my things though…
After that, we were still able to paint with my other palette, my trusty travel set!! but we were all very paranoid about anything else blowing into the lake after that ordeal!! We decided to test our luck with groceries being delivered right at 12pm, and paint a little longer—I am so glad we did! We all finished with lovely paintings, and packed up just as it began to thunder and rain! We felt like it was some sort of movie and said aloud, “Can we turn the rain off on set!? Please?!” Haha! A kind stranger named Marty helped us out with some of photos, and he did a great job, dont you think?!! I love pleasant surprises like that.
It was a great day of fun and laughter despite the “tragedy”. In college a professor once told how one of his paintings got tossed out a window onto a busy street and run over—I feel like I have that story now. One for the books—or the blog!
…and we made it back in time for the groceries. Just in case you were worried like I was. 😉
Saying farewell to my supplies and paintings.
My paintings… So close…
But so far…
And sunk. (That big white thing is my palette sinking 40ft.)