Saturday, 29 August 2015

the end of the rainbow

We've had several foggy mornings. Here is another. They tend to burn off in the morning sun and the days heat up with the extra humidity. It's been a bit much and keeps me housebound. But lately the nights are cooler. Here are some pictures from August 22 that I meant to post.

Oh well, as usual, better late than never....
Muji looking out at the foggy backyard
Babu is too sleepy to rouse himself but knows I'm there
 the strange light and morning bird calls

catch his attention

a little groggy still
but ready to invite some love in a little rollover
(if you find this an invitation, then you know cats)

Then, the possible movement of wings

passes through his amazing cat's eyes

to that reptilian brain, the one that catches movement instinctively

The Mighty Hunter
Later, we find Muji engaged in

kitty mind control

Flexing his toes shows how desirous he is

of the love he craves, my little Love Monster
All this while I try to get a good exposure of another monster,
one I did in coloured ballpoint pens at hand, a kind of meditation,
that I call "Guardian"
Fascinated with the fog, I continue to take pictures, now through the trellis that holds the ranging hollyhocks, as I look towards the bowed Hydrangea

My favourite fan of trees, over the hedge and across the hayfield in the dying light

and then the peachy sky before dusk

and what's this!

Forget-Me-Not Cabin at the end of the rainbow!

A glorious gift
Let us always be the vessel for these chance "pots of gold"


Friday, 28 August 2015

a quiet foggy morning

It's a lovely Friday evening, and while August the 19th hardly seems relevant anymore, I thought I'd share some shots of the foggy morning I woke up to that day.

opening the curtains to this
Forget-me-not Cabin in the fog
This sprawling hollyhock stalk holding the last remnants

Beyond the cabin, the ravine is beginning to appear

I try to zoom in closer to make out the blue layers of trees beyond the ravine
I've been remiss in posting. I will have more to share soon.
It's promising to be a lovely weekend. I hope for you too.
sweetness in your life

Sunday, 23 August 2015

runaway day to Bear River

Whisked away to Bear River last week on a warm summer day

This stream of clouds ran down to the south
Follow that cloud!
Coming into Bear River, we find many old houses that indicate the history of this remote town,
now established as an artists' retreat.
The Bear River is much larger than I imagined and its namesake was once a shipbuilding town.
You can see the draw of the ocean tide on such a big river that flows down to the sea, pulling it faster than it can flow.
This same house that sits by the bridge on piers.
We park in front of our hosts' funky garage by the road
and proceed up the driveway
to their darling house on the hill
where our lovely host (of 2) received us on the porch
The ivied chimney to the left
The entrance from the inside
The stairs to the right
One of our hosts had recently come into a stash of burl, too punky for bowl turning, so he sliced it into these matching pieces
another matching set, so beautifully spalted, for box making perhaps
These are highly creative people. Our next event was a tour of their beloved garden,
English Country style
In a trance of beauty, I don't remember the name of this gorgeous spire
though lilies are certainly recognizable.  Aren't they heavenly?
These babies towered well over 6 feet
and some more pretties of a similar hue
It's hard to capture the colour of a garden and its nuances on a bright afternoon with its sharp shadows, so these vignettes will have to do. Here, a Tiger Lily with its Leopard spots.
We continued to appreciate the garden from indoors where w ere served a lunch made just for us. The art work all around rivalled the gardens for beauty. The paintings and turned bowls and do you see the little orange paper cranes that our host made and hung from a branch? Charming!
After lunch we headed down to town,
 past the great old shed that will be torn down for a new studio
a very short walk indeed, over a little bridge and
you're there
Actually this little gem stood beside the amazing gallery of spectacular high end craft and art distinctly curated by Rob Buckland-Nicks, who directed me toward some fascinating 3D computer jewellery, then set me on my mini adventure around his gallery.
And now we had to leave this magical day out.
Our hosts' home sits on its perch over-looking town.
We say our good-byes.
Thank you for joining me on this little mini holiday. I hope you are enjoying these last days of August. Til next time...
peace in our hearts