Scratched Memory

Another scratched week

when one thing led to another

For Monday stitching the North Mountain seemed like the right thing to do

and

adding that thin string of morning fog

That made me think

of sun rays working their way through those early morning low clouds

Then the plumber's scrim I used for Tuesday's fog

made me think 

of needle weaving.

A paintbrush for Thursday

because I'm taking a course on acrylic painting. 

Then three days of easy stitches 'cos we have visitors

Not much time to stitch

Not much time to think!

But still time to wonder what to do with some
beautiful random dyed cheesecloth.

Brand New and Really Old Linear things

A brand new piece of equipment appeared in the quarry

Not a speck of rust

yet 

This on the other hand is a very old

very rusty 

decommissioned railway bridge.

Anyone for climbing up there and

getting those rusty XX's 

onto fabric?

Back down closer to the ground

there is design potential

 amidst all those 

textures

shapes

lines

and

repetitions

Ah,but there is rusting potential

 in those bolts

But not as impressive as this rusty beauty!

For the Birds

The Rusty Pups didn't even notice the heron

Can you see him?

Now you see him.

Funny thing is we watched him fly across the basin

and disappear amongst the trees around my house.

Perhaps he has worked out 

that when the RP's are over here on the dyke

it's safe to go fishing back at my pond!

A seagull pretending to be a post

alongside a pair of posts that never made it into Posts Rule!

more geese are landing on my goosey piece.

Sun Arise She Come Every Mornin'

And what a morning walk it was

Gratitude filled my heart with every step

Across the mouth of the Allains River lies Fort Anne

where the Scots landed in 1629

and subsequently fought over by the Brits and French for years.

Should do a more detailed blog about it one day.

Across the Annapolis Basin

Granville Ferry lies beneath a thin strip of morning fog.

Further down the basin is our neighbour's red barn

and beautiful whispy clouds

Just beyond the barn I spied my neighbours out in their kayak

I know you can't see the tiny slither that is them way beyond Mr. Heron

but they are there enjoying this glorious sunrise too

The water was a mirror

 And now I'm turning around back to the car

as the early sun is

'Bringin' back the warmth to the ground'

(As soon as the pups and I arrived for our walk

that Rolf Harris song of my childhood!)

Blue on Blue Scratchings

Heartache on heartache!

Well

Not a fan of blue

Bad memories of navy blue school uniforms I think

Every now and then I think that's ridiculous

and try again

Couldn't even do a whole row of the navy blue thread

All in all an uninteresting week

apart from happenings related to geese.

In the studio I'm working on a goosey piece

One day Handy Hubby returned from the golf course bearing two goose feathers

He never knows what I'm stitching on!

Then one morning I opened one of many little boxes

to find a long forgotten goose broach sitting there!

Posts Rule!

Rusty sentries

Would love to wrap some cloth around these! 

Family of five

Sometimes we force trees into post work

Some posts like to paddle at high tide

Others line up and stand tall

ready to hold back the ocean

Some old posts just loaf around the basin floor

Worn out!

Snuggling in pairs

Some folk like sitting atop posts

and some folk just pretend to be posts

Ha

That was fun!

Walking the Mountain

We followed deer prints up the mountain

in the early morning light

Four legged RP's always beat me to the top

Sometimes they run back

and nuzzle my hand

in an attempt to hurry me along

On the way up we pass a huge pile of tree trunks

which the RP's find very interesting

I think a porcupine takes refuge in that pile

Let's hope it keeps a low profile as we pass by

Then I spied a full moon rising in amongst all that bark