Wednesday, 26 October 2016

All Caught Up Crumb-wise

Handy Hubby has always thought that stitching the cross
or cruciform for a year was a pretty weird choice....
....that is because he associates it with religion.
But to me I think of the more ancient symbolism.
To the Celts it is the meeting place of divine energies.
Ancient Greeks used it to represent the four elements.
The Hopi used it as North, South, East and West
the four points on the horizon.
And in the Middle East it also represented the four winds.
I am sure there are many more meanings.

Red on the other hand is the colour of
blood and fire
love and passion
Joy and strength
Courage and Vigour
not to mention rage, danger and stress
but also
action, vibrance, radiance and determination.

Handy Hubby, the Rusty Pups and myself
are getting back in the routine of walks along the dyke.

That day the tide was coming in
and it wasn't long before this seagull lost his rocky island.

You can see him still perched there on the waters
beneath the North Mountain
which protects us from so much weather that travels up
the Bay of Fundy.

Basalt rock protects the dykes from wear and tear.
It was quarried from the North Mountain.

The tides are still pretty high.
Haven't seen a low tide mudflat since I got home.

Monday, 24 October 2016

A Crumb For The Week Of The Hunter's Moon

Are you getting bored with my year of crosses yet?!

oh, well
only twelve more weeks left.

I returned home to the highest tides of the year
thanks to the Full Hunter's Moon.
Water, water, everywhere.
Just a little bit higher and the fields behind the dyke
would have flooded.

By the end of our walk the tide had peaked
and started to recede.

The next day it was a bit lower again.
Can you see the wood from ancient dyke work sticking up
to the left of the gully?....well the tops of those
are what you see in the really high tide photograph. 

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Back Home After Creating Fabulous Memories

in Kagawong on Manitoulin Island

The Festival's theme this year was Walking
which struck me as more than a coincidence
considering Judy has been healing from her
broken leg since the late Spring.

Judy, Margi and Val beneath the trees where everything began.
The white wrapped sections represent Judy's steps
and the colourful flags in between show the length of her stride.

We laid it beside a river
where salmon were running
....just perfect....

It skirted a mighty rock....

and climbed a hill.
It looked beautiful
and it rained overnight
which made it even more beautiful
for Judy's talk the next morning.

Fungus grew on trees along the pathway

Fungus with delicate underbellies.

And we found evidence that fairies live in this magical place too.

Kagawong means "mists rising from falling water" in the Ojibwe language.
Val, Margi and I were so pleased to be there
to help Judy install and just be there for her.

Monday, 3 October 2016

A Wrinkled Crumb of Sorts

We just can't avoid wrinkles
They come to us all eventually.

Wrinkles are surely a sign of wisdom
evidence of a life lived.
As children we were always taught to respect our elders.
Sometimes I feel invisible
but I am here!

Well actually I am on Manitoulin
Spirit Island
playtime with Judy, Margi and Val.

Monday, 26 September 2016

Moon Crumb....or is it? it a moon?
Perhaps moons occupying a moon!
Perhaps the sun which is cooler nowadays
perhaps just a balloon with a tail.

It seems that all these crumbs are never planned
they just become.

One thing I do plan is making early morning time
to do Tai Chi on the wharf
with a bunch of diehards.
The water is always different

Some mornings it's hard to remain focussed
The birds are always entertaining.

The light is always different.

Have a great day.

Friday, 23 September 2016

One Crumb and Fifty Shades of Grey

Scraps gathered from my basket
plus some dots rejected from a larger project.
Stitched together.
I look at it
and feel 
It is just not me.
Not what I imagine my work to be like.
So why does that happen every now and then?
Very strange.

Fifty shades...not quite
but a table full of greys.
I wanted lots of shades and a variety of fabrics.

The lacy edging of an old tablecloth
came out beautifully.
And this summer every dye pot has included a lovely piece of silk velvet.

Linen and silk take colour differently.
Subtle changes in colour.

Eager to start working with my newly dyed fabrics
but won't be able to until mid November.
My goodness that is a long way away!
Don't you love the rusted paper towel?
Just included for a shot of colour.

Every dye pot this summer has had a skein of thread thrown in too.

Monday, 19 September 2016

Hiking Inspiration

As Summer faded
We hiked the Delaps Cove Wilderness Trail

The wilderness here is untamed.

I have to watch where I tread!

Rich rusts bring grey tangles some life.

Green and rust....yummy
Perhaps rust can made any colour look good?

The Rusty Pups love their walks
but being able to get back into the car is getting difficult for them.

Down on the shoreline part of the trail
windswept trees in silvery death.

The rocky clifftops have become a city of inukshuks

built "in the likeness of a human"

a sign from Inuit culture meaning
"someone was here"
"you are on the right path"


Even Rusty Pups admire the view!

What I spy is the wave in the rock formation.
Like that.