The Art of Being Black and White

Cat or cow - then or now - nothing photographs better than black and white critters in a coloured corner of the world. Painters have been inspired by such for years, as have photographers....black and whites aren't so much the canvas for a creative project, but the muse. Our cat, Louie (shown here) has always fancied himself a muse. Nothing to do with being black and white -he's just a cat who's comfortable in his own skin. Fur is simply a mere accessory to such a bon vivant!

The Cat With No Shame

No pedigree anything followed this cat to our house. He's been a scrapper since he was a kitten. Our dog Lucy, a speckled hound, took to raising him and now he behaves much like she did - rather dog-like. He nips at the other cats to hurry out the door and sleeps spread eagle wherever he likes. Good thing he was born with a diaper cuz no one wants to be looking at his business all....the....time!!

Artist in Residence

Our friend, Ricarda, visited for the weekend, and when she's not smothered in bubbles and raising her little guy, Quinton, the woman paints, paints and then paints some more. Having just purchased one that I find myself looking at daily, I'm left wondering where this young woman will be in another twenty or thirty years. Amazing work, and she sells her work on facebook of all places - averaging one to two sales a week. Ricarda Forbes Loth - go see - go buy.

The Magic of Fire

They watch, they talk, they relax....young folk without technology - beautiful to see.

Young Love Warms Before the Fire

My son, Kyle, brought his new love, Judy home and there was much chatter and activity that followed....ripping open his birthday presents, chowing down on pulled pork sandwiches and finally, relaxing before the fire. It does a mom's heart good to catch her lovely boy in love. Little Laura and her Sam also quieted by the fire and I became suddenly aware that they are full (of pulled pork) adults...happy adults. sigh and a tear. OK, it's a bit paparazzi stalking-ish but the crime was worth the blurry shot!

Mastering the Raft!

Our friend, Zach - shown here - is bounding with joy after completing the raft attachment to our new dock! He and his dad, Joe, have accomplished quite a feat. Now we can make like Huck Finn and go rowing about the river, plucking weeds as we see them. This being August, we can see them EVERYWHERE!!! One woman's lily pad is another woman's weed, and as charming as our choir of frogs can be, a clear view is something I've waited for all summer. Full steam ahead....right after I have one more sasparilla.

I'm a Writer, I'm a Teacher, I'm a Writer, I'm a Teacher.....

Careful what you wish for. Years now, I've been harbouring a desire to teach at Loyalist College, our local school for would be media types as well as nurses, welders, business people, and social workers to name a few. After holding a few media

workshops last semester I was asked to teach my first course - YIKES - so in the classroom shown here - complete with mentor/friend Lisa trying to figure out all the bells and wires - I shall be teaching the ins and outs of Communications to a large sum of Animation students. Nervous, scared, excited. YES. First class is September 16th and I can hardly wait!!!