Monday, July 25, 2011
Leave a mark
nine patch, hand stitched When I found myself without any stitching to do during the sixteen hour trip from Manitoulin to Fort Frances, I stopped in Espanola and got supplies for an entirely new project. A hand stitched grid. On this trip I sat in the back of the van, hence my photos of black spruce turned out better than those of the most magnificent Lake Superior. Why did we go? Uncle Henry 82 years, Dad 88 years, Uncle Johnnie 100 years! Fix time and its erosion. Cause something to survive. Leave a trace. Leave a mark. (paraphased from George Perec) Time is relentless. I have to constantly mark it. Aunt Ellie, 96 years, with Dad.