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The barn is filling with art.



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Hanging Art

Trying to clean a barn is an unending project even without animals in the barn. There is so much "stuff" in the barn and the loft that dust and dirt seem to always be collecting in corners and on the floor. In spite of that, art is now showing up on the walls. Of course when one hammers a nail into the barn boards, dust springs out and dirt falls down so one can always clean some more. Anyway, below are three photos of the results of the art hanging progress.


Diane's wall of art is above.





These are the stall corners in which Rashné's art was hung.

More photos will follow tomorrow...

Busy, Busy, Busy

Having gone through my little emotional rollercoaster ride on the weekend, I am now in the middle of getting ready to help host and participate in my annual art show. My partner, Églantine (aka Fleur-Ange) is my co-host and also a participant. I have been working in the barn all week, and a good deal of past weeks too actually, at cleaning and painting. The barn is turning into a white studio space inside. I have repaired walls, built shelves, and constructed a "new" rustic table from old boards that were outside and weathered. Today we are starting to hang the works up on the walls. I will post some photos from the barn tomorrow, or at least that is the present plan. You can see, if you are interested, our web ad here. Meanwhile, here are three photos of small watercolours that I am putting in the show.



I painted this Red Trillium in the woodlands of Dundas Valley in early spring.



I painted this Common Dandelion in a field during midsummer.



This stump was painted in the early fall and I played with fall colours in the design.

More tomorrow...

Memories

Both of my intelligent, creative, beautiful, sensitive, caring daughters wandered with their mother and me when they were young but it was my youngest daughter that had the most urge to wander. She came with me, when she was nine, to visit the native ruins in Mesa Verda, to backpack to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, to travel to the west coast and up into British Columbia, to camp on Vancouver Island, and to climb mountains in central British Columbia.



In later years, after her mother and I had gone our separate ways, my youngest daughter, in her late teens, stayed with me and then wandered into Africa for a photographic safari, climbed to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, and visited new friends in England, Belgium and Germany.



On her own, my youngest daughter worked on a project in the Dominican Republic, was one of the youngest teens to ever tour Europe with the Hamilton Youth Orchestra, travelled and worked in Germany for a year and then went to Australia as an exchange student working on an environmental science degree.



She claimed to be the only "true Canadian" in our family as she was the only one born here while the rest of us were born in the U.S. That being said, it was cruel irony that brought me the message, nine years ago today, on the Canadian Thanksgiving, that my daughter had been killed in a traffic accident somewhere in the wilds of the Simson Desert in Western Australia. My memories, tears, and this blog are my tribute to my daughter Dawn today. I have many, many good memories of her life but on Thanksgiving Day it is her death that yearly almost overwhelms me.

Cloud Watching

Our dog Calla and I went out to watch the sun drop below the horizon.



It was quite beautiful again tonight.



We saw two deer, just after the sun went down, but without a tripod the photo was very fuzzy. I will spare you the poor shot and try to remember the tripod tomorrow just in case.