Autumn, L’Île du Marais

Friday, October 23rd, 2020

When we get there, we walk across the boardwalk to the island. On the west side of the boardwalk, turtles bask in the setting sun. I did not buy my camera for the purpose of photographing far-away turtles. I chose my camera for the purpose of photographing children. The binoculars are for the turtles. If there are still turtles when my children are grown, they will still look like turtles. We will still see them with binoculars in that future. If there are no turtles when my children are grown, we will look at photographs of turtles that other people have taken. We will say, “Remember when there were turtles in the ponds? They sat on logs in the sun and we looked at them.” A world with turtles is a happier place than a world without turtles.

 

 

In the middle of the island there are rocks with moss on them. There are trees. If there is a time in the future when there are no turtles and no people, at least for a while there will be rocks with moss. For a while, there will be trees. Everyone will wish they could be there.

 

 

My favorite part of the walk, at least at the moment, is around the back side of the island. There is the edge of the island. There is the still water, the marsh, the hill, the silver steeple of Canton-de-Hatley. There is the sky. There is the moon. The world is everywhere we look.

 

L’Île du Marais Monstreβ€”

Friday, September 4th, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

β€”c’est juste un petit garΓ§on.

L’Ile du Marais, Marinier Archipelago

Wednesday, March 25th, 2020

 

 

At L’Ile du Marais in Ste-Catherine-de-Hatley, the ice is still frozen. Instead of taking the regular trail around the main island, we follow the footprints of ice fishers fishing between the small island of the Marinier Archipelago and the western shore of the southern end of Magog Lake.

 

 

 

 

I am anxious to cross the ice, but Iris and Akiva have no fear. There is no reason to be afraid: there are many people safely fishing through holes drilled in the thick ice. It takes quite an effort to make fear succumb to reason.

 

 

 

 

I am tired because I am not good at sleeping. While I rest lazily, head down on a slope, the children explore. After some time, we leave. We never make it to the main trails.

 

 

Pink Lady’s Slipper (L’Ile Du Marais)

Thursday, May 30th, 2019

I am missing the spring with all this work I am doing on the house, so we took an emergency trip to L’Ile Du Marais. It’s been a while! The woods were positively overflowing with wildflowers. Being mainly a photographer of two very specific individuals (I really should branch out), I didn’t take many photos of the delicate blooms. It was an absolutely delightful trip! We should go more often.

 

 

How does this superior-type expression of self arise in isolated individuals? Akiva has never seen someone take this posture.

 

 

Portrait on the very very very abandoned car.

 

 

 

Another five-leaf trillium!

 

 

 

Iris inspects the labia of a lady’s slipper.

 

Goofballs (L’Île du Marais)

Friday, March 29th, 2019

 

Iris & Akiva discuss the various merits of their snowballs.

 

 

 

Akiva is left with the feeling of having created an inferior snowball.

 

 

 

We climb the lookout that I might take a fine dual portrait in front of the marsh.

 

 

 

Then I try individual portraits.

 

 

 

A wide-angle lens definitely increases goofballishness in closeup.

 

 

 

We have a memorable adventure.

 

Boardwalk at L’Îsle du Marais, rue des Sapins, Sainte-Catherine-de-Hatley

Saturday, November 24th, 2018

Family Visit (L’Ile du Marais)

Sunday, October 14th, 2018

Iris has always been a people watcher. She stated this to me explicitly at age two. One of her favorite people to watch is Uncle Dan. She likes to watch him draw, especially when he is drawing landscapes. Rendering a landscape in watercolor is a magical act.

 

 

 

Landscape:

 

 

 

(Insert photo of watercolor here.)

 

 

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Later, at home, Gramma watches Iris knit.

 

 

 

Now & again, she lends a hand.

 

 

 

Knitting is not one of Iris’s favorite activities, but she is much better at it than I am!