Category: Works-in-Progress
Funky Chickens Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen
Funky Chickens eleven, twelve, thirteen
Funky Chickens eight, nine, ten
Ukrainian Easter Eggs
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Hiking boots
After I moved to the Mountains I suppose it was inevitable that my pace would slow down from that of a ballerina~figure-skater~roller-skater wannabe to that of a walk. Although I still got my need for speed kick from zooming around on my mountain bike, I spent the other weekend day with a pair of hiking boots laced to my ankles and slowly over time built up stamina for longer day and overnight hikes throughout Banff/Lake Louise/Field.
Zamberlan, in the end, became my hiking boot of choice. I don’t remember how many pairs I wore out over the years…this pair, likely the last pair, are still in my closet.
Although there are no mountains to hike around Lavender Hill, I occasionally put on my hiking boots and I feel like my mountain-girl-self once again.
LOOK I’m cutting paper
I have a new SERIES in the works…but it’s not quite ready for the reveal…so all I can show you is my cutting-room floor!
Time to get back into the studio
Time to get back into the studio and continue works-in-progress. This is a paper-cutting design that I’ve been playing with entitled Smoke Clearing Kananaskis Country. Its inspiration is a photo I took summer 2018 in the Canadian Rockies when lots of smoke was pouring into the Valley from forest fires.
I spent time watching this Raven or rather trickster, as I prefer to see the Raven as a symbol of change and transformation (for the good), dancing about as we enjoyed a break from the thick smoke lingering down in the Valley.
Trainspotting
I’ve always had this ‘thing’ for trains. When I was very young my dad would take me to his fishing spot and we’d have to cross over railway tracks in the middle of a dense forest. It was at a time when trains had an engine at one end and a caboose at the other end. What a thrill it was to stand alongside my dad waiting as the train (somewhat) rushed past so we could cross over and continue to the fishing hole but not before my dad pointed out the caboose man and encouraged me to wave; and the caboose man waved back! wow…remember the younger you and that feeling of joyful wonderment?
After that I always waved at the caboose man whether he could see me or not and then I waved at the engine man and hoped for a blast from the horn. After these summer days ended a train set showed up under the Christmas tree! How Santa knew will forever remain a mystery.
On Grey Road 9 hidden for most of the year behind dense forest is CN Caboose 78111. Remembering those summer days with my dad and a time when trains had a caboose and a human being who through a simple wave and smile put some magic in childhood….
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By the way I still have the train set and it has a red caboose.
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