history

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mesh

   
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behind the sign

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looking through dirty glass, looking through the sign,
looking over the water, seeing towers

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bruised

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He brought me some branches of magnolia
bruised by the fall, the snow and the frost.
Sitting in a vase near a sunny window, opening
ephemeral beauty, like ancient silk.

rust circle

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Years ago an artist friend gave me this circular, rusted, thin metal object. She had found it in a farmer’s field in France. I love how this man-made object, probably a part from some farm machinery, had begun to weather, to break down back into elements by the forces of nature.
For some years it moved around the windowsills of my studio, but I now found it tucked and forgotten in a corner shelf along with other saved objects. I feel a strong pull to use it in some work. Now it’s also in the image archives of this machine, hopefully not to be forgotten again.
   

the Dollar Mill

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Revisiting the old Dollar Mill on a recent sunny Sunday afternoon.
Recalling how this place inspired a few prints some years ago.
Wishing I’d had my better camera with me.

encrusted

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water weathered wood and iron
encrusted rust and fungus
in metamorphosis

branching

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hurrying to the sea

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signs

   
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signs of bursting
delicate green buds on bushes
native flowering currants and skunk cabbage
early snowdrops and croci finishing
now hyacinths, daffodils, forsythia
spring has sprung
   
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Addendum March 17th, 2008: I’ve been short on words so I think you may enjoy reading lichen, a beautiful post and photo by my daughter Erika. She lovingly describes last week’s walk together in our favourite park where we took our photos.