Tuesday, September 26th, 2017

Finding the Island

“There is an island,” they said, the people who have lived here all their lives. “Once you find the trail, it is about 20 minutes away. The trail starts at the end of the road.”

So I looked. I looked in all the possible places a trail could be. I walked where I thought there should have been a trail, were there a trail to have. I saw signs that there once was possibly a trail. Literally, signs. Metal signs. Impossible to get to. But they said there was a trail, and they said there was an island.

Roxanne showed us the long way in, over not too far from the school, which we’ve been using. And today, we went down to the island for the first time. First you have to get to the end of where the foot trail is and look over the cliff. Then you just go straight down! Plop! It’s that simple. Getting up is another story.

 

Here we look at the river from the island.

 

 

 

Trees grow on the island.

 

 

 

Neatly folded stratigraphic rocks decorate the fringes of this little spot of land.

 

 

 

Oh, no! The island is inhabited by a fierce tribe of weekday campers!

 

 

 

“Oh! Great, stout stick! Give me power against these litterbugs!”

 

 

 

With great agility, Akiva fends them off with his stick. 

 

 

 

 

The campers flee, leaving behind tarps and ropes and trash. Akiva surveys his newly conquered island.

 

 

 

Curved stones form thrones at the edge of the land. We will be sure to return with the rest of our people.

 

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017

50ième Anniversaire de Mariage

Gaby & Huguette reached the grand milestone 50 years of marriage on August 12th! We were to busy moving in to have a party for them, so Martin made the wise decision to hold off on a celebration until autumn. They had to rent a gymnasium in order to be able to fit all their brothers and sisters and multitudes of offspring in one room. When you come from a big family and live in the same town your entire life, you rarely have a shortage of people to invite to your party. And if being in the spotlight in front of a grand number of people makes you nervous, you might need a couple drinks before you can smile. Or a tickle. As you can see, for this photo, I asked Martin to go tickle his father to make him smile. Look! It worked!

 

 

 

Friday, September 22nd, 2017

Iris Finds the Playground

 

 

“See-saws!” she exclaimed.

 

 

 

“Real see-saws.”

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 19th, 2017

Tiny Bridge, Tiny River, Little Boy

Camp Val-Esterie used to exist. Across rue Gosselin from their property, there is proof of it. There are some games and obstacles off the sides of trails through the woods. Many of the games should be removed, as old ropes strangle trees. Some of what is left behind is quite nice, such as this little bridge. It is just the right size for Akiva.

 

 

 

Much farther, we find a much larger bridge. I was not brave enough to lean over the side to photograph the river far below. I will have to return later, to find out where it leads…

 

 

Sunday, September 17th, 2017

At the Bend in the River

We went to Vermont for some final business. We stayed at Chloe’s house. There were apples in the apple tree and we made cider and we walked by the river. I have but one photograph of our trip. My beloved Iris. Iris in Vermont. Vermont. Vermont in autumn. Love.

 

Wednesday, September 13th, 2017

Waiting for Iris

Monday, September 11th, 2017

Broken-Down Piano

 

 

 

We found a piano

 

 

 

 

in the woods.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not know any of the answers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, September 10th, 2017

At the Vegetable Shelter

We take the bicycle to buy vegetables and eggs at L’Abri Végétal.

At the edge of their property is an historic covered bridge.

Under the bridge is water.

At the edge of the water is mud.

In mud lies

happiness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, September 9th, 2017

Ode to the Derelict Playground

Under new management, Camp Val-Esterie, a previously profitable outdoors camp, went bankrupt a few years ago,

 

 

 

leaving behind, amongst other things, the best playground in town.

 

 

 

Real see-saws.

 

 

 

Metal slides.

 

 

 

Tall swings.

 

 

 

Used tires.

 

 

 

Wood climbing structures.

 

 

 

The best.

 

 

 

According to me.

 

 

 

It is perhaps because it all reminds me so much of my childhood

 

 

 

that photographing it in color seems wrong.

 

 

 

If only Akiva’s boots were not so blatantly patterned, one might question the year.

 

 

 

This playground is, by far, not the newest.

 

 

 

That award would go to the

skate-park-louge-obstacle-course-tennis-court-ice-rink-pavillion-playground

located in the center of town.

 

 

 

This 400-acre property,

 

 

 

with its out-door obstacle games, rivers, trails, magnificent building, and outbuildings,

 

 

 

and not to mention the coolest playground in town,

 

 

 

is for sale for a mere half-million. However, it is not for development.

 

 

 

It is for sale to be run as a non-profit education center.

 

 

 

 

Saturday, September 2nd, 2017

Inside of Our New Home

The quality of light is poor, but the quality of children is superb.