The Forks in Spring

Came to Forks early in the morning to find a spot to paint there. The river was so full now and the walking path along the bank was still inundated under the water. When you think of Winnipeg, Forks tends to be the place to identify it with, for after all this is the place where history still lingers and ,where the cheerfulness and liveliness of contemporary urban life rubs shoulder with the fading remains of distant past. Under this big tent I was told people skated in winter on a makeshift skate rink. As I was painting this view, more and more people strolled into my sight and I could almost sense the pulse of the city.