Connectivity Woes

No internet connection for days

Our lives changed for three whole days

Didn't quite come to a halt

but nearly!

Glad to be back

Shoreline rust

But just look at those blues

Quarry rust alongside soft grey blues 

and a lovely sandy sediment

I keep forgetting rust eats into things

Even weavings rust

And what kind of bird would want to bring up it's young

Hidden beneath noisy and rusty quarry equipment?

The new quarry equipment is creamy white

How long till the rust appears?

But let's end up with some lovely salt air rust!

Have a great day

Coffee Break with a Polyphemus Moth!

We sipped coffee on the front porch

and noticed we had company

I find those hairy moth bodies fascinating

He slowly pulled himself out of the shadows...

...and warmed his magnificent wings in the sun

What a treat

Just look at those eyes

Rust appears everywhere

even in my art class homework!

Scratching Anew

Starting anew in July

In this country that means Canada Day

Then on Monday I just started stitching

and it ended up as an ode to dandelions!

Tuesday was a Loose Threads meeting

I still enjoy those days

where nothing strikes me

and just a row of stitching will do.

Thursday still means art class

It rained just a bit on Saturday

My raindrops look

more like hieroglyphs

than water.

Sunday the last day of Wimbledon.

I stitched one white ball in memory

of days gone by when we green ones didn't exist!

Starting anew is strange

not much cloth to hold onto

as I scratch new days.

La Lune

Magnificent night light.

Woops

Just remembered

it's our wedding anniversary today

43 years!

Laden Skies

Early morning

Heavy darkened clouds

Scudding across the basin

Beyond the North Mountain

Over the Bay of Fundy

The skies are light and bright

Luckily the skies soon lightened

allowing the sun to shine down on my favourite piece of driftwood

I imagine it holds many secrets

And tales

Of yesteryear

Scratched

The RP's and I turned the corner

and there sat a snowshoe hare

right in the middle of the road

 He just wouldn't move

Not concerned about the car at all

So out came the camera

I crept forward to drive past on the left

Still he sat there

Until finally he turned and

Ran up the road

With me driving slowly behind

Until he finally decided to pop into the woods

Then the next morning a loon watched

from the safety of the basin

as the RP's and I walked the dike.

Oh, and Thursday's art class

dealt with reflections

And on Friday

Mark and Donna

took possession of their first home

So exciting for them

Six months of my life in a tangled pile

or a long, long road

or perhaps a curled scroll.

Six months is long enough

so I've started a new scroll

for July 1st.

Nooks and Crannies in the Gardens

From afar they look deep in conversation

and getting closer you see that they are!

The work of Dawn McNutt

An Acadian house in the style of about 300 years ago

and then some surprising art

made with burs!

I know those things

they cling to everything

especially rusty pups

Rusty birds

my favourite

but on the other hand

there is nothing like a tree.