Three Sisters

I was showing someone a few family photos a couple of weeks ago – I had this one of me and my sisters taken this past July at the Danny Gallivan Golf Tournament in support of Cystic Fibrosis. (Youngest to oldest from left to right.)


Three Sisters – 2015

Now that we’re all “old” ladies we’re looking more and more alike – easy to tell we’re related. Here we are a year earlier – the resemblance is definitely strong.


Three Sisters – 2014

And here we are in 1952 (63 years ago!) – we didn’t look much like one another then at all.


Three Sisters 1952

There are not a lot of photos in between of just the three of us. I have one with my mother and two nieces – the women in our family from 2003:


Six Women – 2003

And here the three sisters are with my niece and niece-in-law in 2014:

5 women

Five Women 2014

The middle sister might have some photos of just the three of us – I must ask her – but I suspect she doesn’t.

My mother had a composite photo hanging in her bedroom – four photos: her at 16, me at 16, middle sister at 16, and the youngest at 16. I have no idea what happened to that collage after my mother died – it was striking how similar our faces were at the same age – of course you couldn’t see it when we were side-by-side but as life progresses those family genes sure have something to say about who we become.

Spring? – No Definitely Winter!

2:30 – There’s a hint of sunlight – the snow has lightened – time to clear out the trench I dug this morning between my house and Joan’s. 

I get the front step cleared and decide to head toward the parking lot, somewhere on the other side of some deep drifts. 

I dig straight out from the house – a single shovel width, then I have to make a right turn, into the drift! I keep digging, each foot forward is six shovelsfull – a little off the top, dig a bit deeper until I finally reach the pavement.

I’m about 2/3 of the way to the parking lot (that’s filled with drifted snow), when Vern comes by on the way to his backyard (can’t get his back door open) to shovel a path for Sophie, his golden lab. 

I persuade him it’s futile, he should help me finish my trench, then I’ll help him dig out his front door so Sophie can get out into the parking lot. 

We get my trench dug, then start on Vern’s – Donna comes out to join the shovelling gang. 

We dig our way from their front doors, past my car (that’s what’s peeking out of the snow on the left) .

This is me, in my snowsuit, in my trench – you can see the snow has drifted well above Donna’s and my heads! God knows where the snow plow will put the snow! There is simply nowhere for it to go. And I don’t expect we’ll get dug out tomorrow – probably not for a couple of days. And the weatherman’s calling for more snow on Saturday.

Shovelling My Front Door Open

I was able to push my storm door (which opens out) wide enough to squeeze through. Dressed in my one-piece ski suit (which I bought at Frenchy’s for $6 several years ago), shovel in hand, I began moving snow off the stoop, then the step, then the pavement. That’s as much as I did – a narrow path to my neighbour Joan’s to clear away the snow from  her front door, too. Although we’d not get far, I felt we should be able to get out the front door!

It took me 15 minutes to shovel this small path – you can see how deep the drifts are. Later today (should we be lucky enough that the snowfall stops) I will have to shovel my way around the drifts to get to my car which is nearly buried now so I can clean it off. I don’t imagine we’ll see a snow plough around here anytime soon.

In the meantime I will work at keeping that small path from filling in with blown snow.


Here we are two days away from spring and the snow on my back deck now reaches a quarter of the way up my living room window; the drift is nearly to the top of the fence and no end in sight. I’d open my back door and use the snow as a refrigerator except I’d not be able to close the door again!

The snow is still coming down heavily, blowing and swirling and the drifting is increasing in depth. I haven’t looked out my front door – I could see my car nearly buried from one of my upstairs windows. 

Ok, this is my view from the front door!

It’s going to take days to dig out! And we’re expecting more snow on the weekend. 

Can you imagine being down south and arriving home to this – not even being able to get in the house.

It’s a great day for sewing!

Art Quilt #3 – Toward the Future


Click on photo to see detail.

I didn’t take a lot of photos along the way – in part because this project has been sitting around since last April – I knew what I wanted to do with the piece, but somehow it just didn’t make it to the top of my list until about 10 days ago when having finished the third pair of pants I thought it was time to do something with this quilt art work.

Finished dimensions: 18″ X 21 1/2″; it’s a “mixed media” piece – the foliage and the boys are photos printed on fabric (the printed foliage cut and pieced to create the canopy), the foreground elements are pieced quilting fabric to blend with the rest of the materials. The “matting” is raw silk; the border – batik. The boys and the background are two different photos – I had to fussy-cut them from the 8 1/2″ x 11″ printed fabric sheet so I could appliqué them into this background – two young lads walking toward the future created an interesting image, I thought.

To begin with I intended creating the foliage using a variety of green fabrics but nothing was successful – the colours were wrong, didn’t blend, didn’t look like leaves/trees. In the end, I opted to do this piece as mixed media, combining photography with appliqué quilting. I was happy with how the foliage turned out.

To enhance the intensity of the colour of the boys outfits I used oil pastels; permanent markers were helpful for blending thread colour into the fabric. The point was to end up with as realistic an image as I could manage using whatever materials let me do that. I decided not to be inhibited by any “rules” for doing art quilts. I did what worked to create the outcome I was after.

This art quilt I’m keeping – now to find a place to hang it. 


March 28 2015

I follow the work of Melody Johnson – an art quilter who backs her “quilts” with a painted MDF board. I thought that an interesting idea and decided to try it on this quilt:

IMG_4516Definitely gives the piece a more finished look. I like how the blue border lightens the fabric “frame” and gives a strong edge to the work.

I have to take another look at “Asparagus Field” and think about whether I want to do the same thing with that.


A Walk in the Sun

OK. so I went for that walk in my neighbourhood. There are a couple of locations I visit and revisit through the seasons to photograph the trees and shrubs. I love these five trees -I have a collection of pictures of them through the years – I loved the diagonal shadows they were casting today.
At one point, I stopped and looked back – there were my footprints in the fresh snow.


-8 But a Glorious Day!

It’s a minus 8 outside but the day is simply gorgeous.
I sit here enjoying the view from my living room window, my Amaryllis in full bloom, the drifted snow on my back deck, and I feel happy.
My neighbours have been complaining about the weather, but I learned many years ago while living in Winnipeg to dress warmly and head out to enjoy the sunshine. Just what I’m going to next.


Response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Converge

One of the blogs I follow posted a photo like the ones below – a scene from an old German town – Luebeck – a view down the street at the convergence point where the road takes a turn.

Looking at the photo I realized I take a lot of photos like that one – I commented “Nice shot – I’ve taken photos in several places like this one.” Mitza replied “I hope you show us your photos sooner or later.”

Well, here are eight from a trip to Southern France in 2010!



Alet Les Bains

Alet Les Bains



Collioure 2

Collioure 2



Rennes Les Bains

Rennes Les Bains

Renne Les Bains 2

Renne Les Bains

St. Polycarpe

St. Polycarpe

I guess I’m also attracted to a converging perspective!