reading & sleeping


I’m taking it easy this week nursing a cold. With tissues and tea beside me, I am really enjoying the guilty pleasure of more reading time with a timely receipt of a library book I’d placed on hold: P.D. James’ Death Comes to Pemberley. More than half way through and loving it, the only one of this grand dame’s books I’ve ever read. A dear friend is a keen fan of James so I’d given her a copy of this for her birthday last year. As a Jane Austen fan, it was high time to read this for myself and what a pleasure!

As you know, I love textures and stone, and this scan I once did of marble seems just right today, an illustration of the condition of my brain cells this week?

urban textures






visual surprises in a parking lot, good thing I had the camera

the bowl breaks (3)




I love the more abstract images where one doesn’t know what one is seeing… just enjoying the shapes, textures and tonal variations.

the promised links to other ‘breaks’ (oh my, too many!):
butter dish
the broken bowl
broken glass
everyday object
reflections in broken glass

the bowl breaks (2)





More fragments, shards, the saving of memories present to past… all themes in my printworks and photoworks

Please see the bowl breaks (1) for the update should you have missed it.

the bowl breaks (1)




… an addition to my ‘breaks’ series of a sort, with more photos to come…

Added the next day, this note from Elisa, whose bowl this was:
One of the casualties of our return from the English countryside to the Pacific coast. Three months boxed up in a boat and rattling across the length of Canada proved too much for my beloved Mason Cash mixing bowl. I used it lovingly for sourdoughs and homemade mozzarella and birthday cakes, and often let it sit out on the counter as it was ever so good-looking. I’m sure it is glad that my mother has transformed its shattered state into art, and that we will bury it at the base of a potted plant. Not a bad life, surely, but I’ll miss it.

View it whole here

rusty can 2





rusty can





Another exciting unearthing in the garden! From the same area as the roots, this rusty and disintegrating metal object (a paint can?) is the kind of find that I love. It is a delight, as well as a challenge to photograph well since I’ve not done any macro shots for a while. I plan to do more of these.

I know, I know, rust objects do occupy a huge place in my photo collection. Here are just a couple amongst many favourites: a rust circle and treasure hunt. And of course, my Fragments series of prints consist of several rusty objects.

paper tears (2)






Another peek at what has been happening in the studio with some of the ink drawings….

paper tears




June is often a cool wet month here on the Pacific Coast but this year it seems worse than usual, and has been cheekily renamed in the media as Junuary! Frustrated at being unable to garden, today I decided to tackle some more of the rolls of drawings from decades ago. As before, I took photos of some and proceeded to tear up the rest for composting. Beguiled by the images of the torn paper – what lovely edges – I turned my camera on these. I’m quite excited how these turned out.

lost & found



It’s been a most glorious Easter weekend weatherwise and we really have deserved it. Over just these few days I have been astonished by the huge burst of new growth, of fresh green leaves on shrubs and the magnolia buds now revealing their fat white tips above their grey furry sheaths. I’ve been truly enjoying puttering about in the garden. You say you want to see more flower photos?

Oh, but the amateur archaeologist in me was quite tickled to find this strange rust and dirt encrusted metal object when cleaning leaves along the back fence. I wonder what it is*, how long it’s been there, and who lost it? Anyway, I’ve had fun scanning it and adding it to my collection of images of strange and often rusty found objects, such as this one and another one.

*Husband tells me it is a bike wrench.