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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Thursday, December 1, 2016

The world needs a few dreamers...

There are those of us who contemplate big ideas...
...ideas of peace and kindness...
...of the simple things in life that could make this world a better place...
...the stars, the clouds...
...the basic elements of love and joy...
The world needs those who share these thoughts...

'Some may say I'm a dreamer'

now in my Etsy shop here

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Supporting the world of artisans and the handmade....

As an artisan I take great care and time to make each and every piece no matter how big or small it is.
I believe a part of my personal identity goes into that piece and stays within in it where ever it may end up. 
When someone falls in love with that piece or buys it for someone they know will love it, I am honoured to be a part of that emotion. 
A thing made by hand is just that...made by someone, one persons own hands and if you know it or not it is a connection to that artisans creative soul.
Sure, you see the finished piece, but I urge you to look a bit deeper into handmade, be it a painting, a sculpture, fibre arts, jewlery, ceramics, whatever.
That 'thing' has been enticed from deep within. From thought to design to the actual process of making, which in most cases takes hours, days and sometimes months to finish.
Search out these lovely things from small galleries, shops and shows and remember a few of these thoughts when you're out and about.

I am offering free shipping worldwide in my shop from now until the end of December!

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

'In Training'...

Apple Harvesting 101: 
To find the best apples in late September, take a wander down to the old Lawson place. 
At the far end of the field there's an old weathered, silver wooden barn, half falling down.

Behind that there are 3 ancient trees.
The one at the edge of the rock wall on the west side is the one you want.
At this time of year they are sweet and crisp and fall gently from the leaning tree.
5 generations of raccoons can't be wrong.
'In Training'

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Cornelius takes Josephine for an afternoon skate...

Cornelius and Josephine's story...
There is nothing quite as peaceful than a river on the edge of a farm. 
Add a quiet yellow sky in the late afternoon in winter and there you have it…

Cornelius’ favourite time to go for a skate!
This alone would keep him happy for the rest of his days but if he has the accepted invitation of Josephine in his corner, then THAT my friends, is true bliss!

Pulling on his woollen winter coat, wrapping a scarf around his neck, Cornelius pops the little red Josephine into his hood and off they go!
The frozen water meanders amongst the trees and the sound of a tiny flock of pine siskin flutter by…”bird wedding!” Josephine calls out. Something her mom always said when little groups of birds flew overhead.
It is these times that Cornelius and Josephine love the best.
The scrape of the blades carving patterns on the fresh ice, the sky on the edge of evening, the promise of snow during the night…and then home to mugs of tea and a fire...what could be more perfect.

Cornelius and in my Etsy shop here

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Hilda's story...

Hilda's story...
It had been a long time since I last saw Hilda.
Almost blind now, I found her in the garden of the old Hares home. 
As always, she was full of giggles and lead me over to a favourite bench by the lavender bed.
“you know I love summertime” she said as we sipped our tea and snacked on gingersnaps.
“The scent of lavender reminds me of my old farm in the country but you know what my favourite smell is?”
I could probably throw out a hundred guesses but would never have imagined what she told me…”fresh snow on a cold morning!” 
“But I wouldn’t think snow had a smell” says I.
“Oh but it does my dear!, it’s the smell of pine and chimney smoke and…well…just COLD!”
Her face was alight, her eyes, though cloudy, looked a bit more clear as she spoke...
“Those were my most favourite times when I would take out my old wooden sleigh to the top of a little hill in a valley where the trees were full of Thrushes and Jays. There’s nothing like the feel of leaving the first footprints in the snow and being the only one to rush down that hill on a crisp and quiet morning!”
And there, beside that summer bed of lavender, with the bees buzzing all around, I closed my eyes and almost felt a chill…a thrill…and blessed to be part of Hilda’s snow day.

'Hilda's Snow Day'
now available in my Etsy shop here 

Friday, November 4, 2016

Shadows and Light...

My real camera is in the shop so a kind friend loaned me her
camera so I could take some photos of a few new sculptures i've been working on.
Luckily she has a few cameras and this one on loan is exactly like my old camera 
so I know how to work all it's bells and whistles.
When I got home from town the light wasn't quite right in my studio
but I was intrigued by the birds out the window who
flitter and flutter about the bare branches.
Played with a bit of editing tools and
I just thought I'd share their sweet little forms in the bones of a winter tree...

Saturday, October 29, 2016

October photo scavenger hunt...

Joining in the photo scavenger hunt with this lovely blog
'A' is for
...lovely acorn caps!
on the Champs de Mars in Paris of course!
11 o'clock...
sometimes the ticking drives me batty but isn't she lovely!
B & W...
I'm not much of a portrait photographer but when you have such a
pretty subject, you can't go wrong.
Looking up...
depends on your old pal Griff, gone almost 2 years 
and I still miss him looking up at me.
T is for...
T Rex!
some people think the Canadian Prairies are boring. 
How can you look at such a big sky and these colours and get bored?!
(Somewhere in Saskatchewan)
Jack Russell rescues, courtesy of my daughter and son-in-law.
a cat named Ghandi in Nicaragua...
My own choice...
because I just finished watching a series called 'The Detectorists'
about treasure hunters in Britain (and LOVED it!) a wee bit of gold
from inside The Louvre.