A close up of part of the quilt I’m working on..I’ve taken photos of my self portraits, then printed them onto fabric, via the computer, then added a tiny bead to each eye…
..and real jewelry to the portraits were I was wearing necklaces.. I signed the cloth too, as though I’d just painted them. If the quilt gets juried into a show over the next few weeks, I’ll reveal the whole thing..
A beautiful day in the neighbourhood…there was “Fog Ice” on everything overnight, then a lovely greyness to the day. Still learning the language of coastal living.
Sleeping Astrid. We haven’t seen her for over a week, and won’t see her for over another week. At this time in a baby’s life, the changes are daily…hate to miss even one day. There is nothing like that first year of life ..nothing compares to the birth day and 365 days later..a world of difference. So glad we’re so close!
I let myself have fun in “edit” today…Frank and I walked the trail, beautiful warm day ..
Everything was coated in ice…lovely. Unfortunately, later in the day, Frank’s car slid into the ditch because of ice, but it was towed out and the car is fine, as is Frank…he’ll drive another day, but perhaps slower? one can live in hope.
A storm outside
Grey and white
Inside, grey and white
A feeling of calm
Couldn’t resist this..the view at sunset from our home.
I decided to give myself a winter holiday–not going anywhere, but changing up my routines. One of my daily commitments is taking photos and writing up my blog. It’s a good one to give myself a reprieve from as it will make a big difference in each day. Not sure how long my holiday will last. You’ll be the first to know when it’s over.
Out to Suttles and Seawinds, a quilting, decorating and clothing store in beautiful Mahone Bay. We’re not usually out this way in the winter, but it couldn’t have been a prettier view into town with the iconic three churches, the bay socked in with ice. Not our usual ice cream eating weather, but enjoyable..
Val sent me this photo today, taken years back at her home. When Frank and I were walking yesterday I was saying how I still miss seeing Daisy loose, scampering ahead of us. That’s how I like to think of her. I treasure those kind of thoughts, the good moments, with past dogs, yes, but especially with past family and friends. The moments of enjoying the pleasure of their company, of them.
These pigeons on the trail bridge alerted us to something going on in the inlet…
aha…a quiet boat moving along, paddled by two hunters..Note the camouflage paint job..
Fly away, little duckies! don’t be sitting ducks, or dead ducks…fly, fly!