Some of them, at any rate:
I had to paint the red truck (a 1982 Datsun, before there was a Nissan), even though it is in actual living fact, yellow. In its original incarnation, it was red, and in my mind, the hue and its identity as My Little Red Truck live on. In actual fact, the current truck is yeloow, belongs to Jan, is driven mostly by Rick, and is a rusted out, ailing innards, bald-tired, exhausted old lady.
However, while the truck was parked beside the house and Jan and Rick were in Arizona, I got to linger over it and the memories it brought back. The weather cooperated, so these are all plein air, if you can forgive the change of hue. The last [#5] was done on Wednesday, with the studio doors wide open to the gorgeous weather.
Jan and Rick are back now, and the truck will go back to living out its life as a useful tool for Rick-the-carpenter. And I will go back to thinking of it as my Little Red Truck, having driven it all over Kansas as well as to Pennsylvania and back (my brother confirmed this trip just yesterday) and then, in Jan’s capable hands, to Portland Oregon, in 1989, where it currently lives.
We live here too. –June