Showing posts with label Ah my beloved series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ah my beloved series. Show all posts

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Ah, fill the cup

As I contemplate our daily life here in Northern Ontario I sense the fragility of this calm place. How precious and unreal it is.

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Friday, October 05, 2007

My two mothers

I took Andy Goldsworthy's Wood book to the cottage a couple of weeks ago and was inspired to continue with my new found technique of wrapping things. I spent two days wrapping the climbing tree, now dead. The tree is divided into two at its base and I wrapped the two equal trunks in memory of my mother and my mother in law, both of whom passed away this past year.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Ah, make the most

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, before we too into the dust descend;
Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie, sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and ...sans end. from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam