Till the bear lake has cubs
If you know me, you know this: I love polar bears.
The love probably arose from my mom's stories of taking turns being on polar bear lookout as she tobogganed down the sloping streets of Churchill, Manitoba. There was something always magical sounding about sledding on the snowy streets with the white giants in the distance.
Thanks for the endless painting inspiration, mom. I'll love you till the bear lake has cubs.