Showing posts with label doors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doors. Show all posts

Friday, 18 December 2015

Christmas preamble II


Just a few more vignettes around the house, this first batch taken on the mild morning of my last post.

Our front door wreath that I simply added a few more embellishments to.
When I see the cost of ready made wreaths, I'm amazed at how easy it is to do up one's own.

Jazzing up the Japanese Maple- just some silliness to welcome us home
 
From the opposite side looking toward our wonderful ash tree
 
Looking out toward a sunny spot on the other side of the ravine

Coming back in the house I see the odd wood screw we found in someone's yard sale.
Please, if you have any idea what it's from, I'd love to know. Please add a comment below. 

and finally a crazy shot of my angel, Muji, who yawns a good wide one,
revealing the maw of some kind of sea creature.
 
Now for a few more pictures from another day, or rather evening, when Wally sat down with me at the end of his work day.
 
 Babu jumped onto his lap
 
Until Wally finally gave him the loving he wanted. 

Here's the definitive shot:
 Wally with his tired smile and Babu who rarely stops moving.
 
keeping it light
light as in weight
light as in light
 
light in our hearts

 

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Christmas preamble

 
We're slowly getting ready. 
 
as Muji naps
 
Suddenly our circa 1936 fireplace, the one I wanted to bring into the 21st century,
makes sense. Wally even found a very old Christmas stocking to hang on the left that matches the vibe of our old plastic Santa lamps that we found roadside one year.
 
Wally went downstairs to find Marion's signed record
 of the house her husband (and his brother?) built.

I leave snippets of Marion's decorating up like this old scalloped blind at the foot of the stairs

and even this shirred shear curtain on the front door where I placed this ridiculous secondhand Christmas wreath that I like for its animated personality

presents await boxing for the post, hopefully not too late
 
and now it's snowing again, as if I ordered it up.  It delights me.
We're forecast another mild Christmas and so this snowfall will soon be gone,
but, Oh, it's pretty while it lasts.
 
I'm loving this excuse to invite some sparkle into our lives
 
peace on earth
starting in our hearts
 
 

Thursday, 22 October 2015

just wow!

 
 I might have posted these earlier if it hadn't been such a busy week.
 

This crazy cloud formation on Sunday morning was a mind blower as it seemed to grow out of the horizon.  It was actually heading for the horizon, the southeast, over Forget-Me-Not cabin's roof.
 
the Hydrangea in the morning light, the lovely orange of the neighbour's maple tree beyond
 
I head for the front of the house where the ash is glowing against a dark western sky. 
 
Another maple in another neighbour's yard is spectacular against this dark sky while the chartreuse and dull burgundy of our ash take on the bright morning light.

Below, a huge pile of hedge trimmings for me to break down before it snows.
 
I slipped a garland of fake apples and cranberries into my simple wreath of artificial ivy
 to make this autumn door arrangement. 

perhaps a few more grapevines would dress it up 

the homestead in the morning shadows
 
down our quiet street 

loving the wildness our across-the-street neighbours leave
 
Sunday was a gorgeous day so we made the most of it with more fall clean-up and 3 loads of laundry on the line. I was taking the 2nd load in when it started to snow tiny pellets. But it didn't last long.
 
 
This is one of those long posts where I put up several days' pictures.
 
It was an intense start to the week as we prepared for 2 trips to Halifax in a row.  Both trips started in the dark of the morning; on the first morning I amused myself with the Venus, Mars, Jupiter conjunction in the southeastern sky and the millions of stars in the black sky.
 

On the second morning I took great pleasure in the Halifax sky from an 8th floor window,
 
moody, dramatic and ever-changing.
 
These odd curls moved in with a teasing break in the clouds beyond
 
The clouds twisted

turned some more and began to break a part
 
while the blue beckoned beyond some even higher clouds.
 
It was a cool morning though not nearly as brisk as the day before so we decided to "chill" from the busy morning by strolling the Halifax Public Gardens, a short 2 blocks away.
 
 We chose the path to the right
 
Some gigantic bulrushes
 
spectacular colour
 
tender, almost "too delicate for this world" scented roses

blooming on ridiculously tall stems
 
The bandshell vista

and that evening's sky over our back yard with a hardy half moon
 
*
 
 This morning's sky sent me running for the camera. Honestly, we get some crazy, beautiful, dramatic skies out here which must have something to do with our proximity to the ocean.

The southeastern sky over Forget-Me-Not Cabin.

Like a long draught of water, I can't seem to get enough sky.
 
Babu appreciating the morning too.
 
And finally, a drawing I started in the car on Tuesday afternoon, engrossed, when suddenly I saw Wally waving, as he drove. He said that our newly re-elected MP (Member of Parliament) as of last night, was celebrating by waving his thank you's from his car, parked on the side of the highway. Too funny.
 
Anyway, here is the drawing:
 
I call this The Faerie Queene after Edmund Spenser's epic poem of the same name.
 
In my search for a rich black, I bounced between my Derwent Colorsoft Black and Koh-I-Noor's Progresso coloured pencil in Black. The big surprise came when I scribbled over some of my drawing in the Derwent Colorsoft White.  The creamy effect indicated a brown tinge to at least one of the blacks.  I worked in my 7x10 inch, 98 pound Canson XL mixed media sketchbook.
 
Between my Derwent pencils made in England, the Koh-I-Noor made in the Czech Republic, my sketchbook made of French paper but bound in Poland, and my drawing made here in Canada, I find myself quite amazed by how these connections are made in today's world. I'm amazed even more when I consider all the human beings involved, the investments, business, advertising and travel that brought this all together. Not to mention the Internet, Google, Blogger, Telecommunications and Electricity!
 
Just Wow!



Friday, 18 September 2015

fishing town tours

 
Oh, once it's in your blood, watch out! 
The Travel Bug!
 
Last Saturday we went to Harbourville 

where I gathered large scallop shells for my sister-in-law

while Wally took picture from the safety of the wharf

Then, on Sunday, after the morning with the deer (see last post)
we ran away to Margaretville, an old fishing town on the Bay of Fundy.
 
There's always going to be someone with a funky style of decorating.
These old buoys hanging from a tree like lanterns made me wonder
 if they weren't actually wired to light up.
 
An old house, probably a fisherman's once.

More old houses,
 
reshingled and dressed up, now that there is some tourism here
 
The turn toward the wharf
 
and along the road, asters amid the rose hips
 
worth a closer shot
 
The wharf on a Sunday
 
The damage and lack of boats suggested a lack of fishermen here

The view of the shore coming awfully close to the church,
the creeks spilling out of the cliffs

The old timbers of the damaged wharf
 
The Margaretville Lighthouse
 
It seems to sit on private land
 
as there was no road leading to it.
So we ate our picnic lunch in the spray at a picnic table and enjoyed the view.
 
This deceptively low house was really the top floor of a two storey house

a shed being reclaimed by nature
The post office
 
a charming cottage appeared to be the manse to the church next door
 
I call this Mint Gables

And here is my brother-in-law helping Wally to turn back along the lonely road to Morden that we gave up on, so badly rutted from the rain.

The view of the Annapolis Valley as we came back into "civilization".
 
I am hustling to post these pictures on a Friday evening because I'm hoping to have another run-away day tomorrow in which I'll have more fun pictures to share with you.
 
A weekend in September... the traditional time of my parents' holidays, when we'd run off to Algonquin Park and commune with nature. Surely the sweetest time of year.
 
I hope you enjoy the weekend my dears .