Wednesday, March 25th, 2020

L’Ile du Marais, Marinier Archipelago

 

 

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.

 

 

Tuesday, March 24th, 2020

Iris poses for a photograph on her bike. Setting sun.

Friday, March 20th, 2020

School is Out (COVID-19)

In the mornings, we check for sap at Kate’s Garden.

 

Thursday, March 19th, 2020

Hiking with Leela on Friday

…then posing for a photo at the overlook…

 

Monday, March 16th, 2020

What’s the Big Secret?

Thursday, March 5th, 2020

Family Portrait, Pee-Yoo-Ka Lake

There’s a retention pond near where Mom & Dad live. When I was little, I used to go walking around there with Ari. It’s a pretty place on the outskirts of the city of Syracuse. There are ducks and geese and joggers and trees and dirt trails. In winter, Ari and I used to go skating on it. In late summer when the water is low, it gains the familiar smell of waterlogged decaying vegetation. Sometime in my childhood, I began to refer to the nameless body of water as Pee-Yoo-Ka Lake. At first it was a secret name, spoken only between me and my sister. But good children are not good at secrets. Eventually Mom informed me that the correct term for this small body of water is “the retention pond over by Barry Park,” but by then it was too late. No one excepting her would ever refer to it by such an unpoetic, scientifically and geographically correct name in my presence again.

 

Akiva, Iris, Mom, Dad and I walked by Pee-Yoo-Ka lake on our way to meet Dad on his way home from work. What with the sun setting and the invasive weeds shimmering like gold in the polarized light, I saw for perhaps the first time ever that this place would probably appreciate a name as pretty and as important as a wetland in the city can be. I directed everyone off the trail and aimed my lens at them for the one and only photo taken on our entire week-long visit to my parents’ house. Maybe the photo would have been better if the smallest person was at the highest point and the tallest person at the lowest, but we’ll never know. I have been impatient behind my camera lately and failed to rearrange them. This is how it is.

 

 

Friday, February 21st, 2020

Hiking Friday with Grandfather Tree

Above the overlook to the island there are two grandfather trees. You will recognize them. They are two of my favorite trees in the forest. What is the cause that there are two, standing on a high point, with no other trees of comparable size for miles around? What was this place like when they were young? 

 

 

 

 

Above the overlook to the island there are two children. You will recognize them. They are my two favorite children in the forest. What is the cause that they are young and I am old, with no children of comparable size for miles around? What will this place be like when they are old?

 

 

Saturday, February 15th, 2020

The Tea Party Doll Dress

I don’t make many dolls anymore. Despite this, I got the itch to make a new style of doll dress. The pattern company Oliver + S has a cute little dress pattern for 18-inch dolls called “The Tea Party Doll Dress.” My dolls are neither 18 inches nor do they have the proportions of an 18-inch doll, but the style is adorable! I decided to alter the pattern to fit my dolls.

 

 

 

The problem with my dolls is that, unlike a factory-produced doll, they are all a bit different. I therefore have to make a dress for the largest potential doll I might make using my current pattern & let it have more wiggle-room on the smaller dolls. To alter the pattern correctly, I used my favorite method: trial & error.

 

 

 

The first dress I made, using the very last scraps of some lovely polka-dot fabric and a few tiny scraps of batik, turned out to be to small for any of my current, chubbier dolls, but it fits Iris’s doll Peggy quite nicely. Peggy is a beloved doll with a shock of orange hair. She accompanied Iris through the trauma of kindergarten and will forever be the doll I hold closest to my heart.

 

 

 

The second dress I made uses the very last scraps of an aqua batik that I used on a dress I designed for Iris, plus some scraps of an orange batik that I found in my large bin of tiny batik scraps. It fits my current, more full-bodied dolls quite well.

 

 

 

After a few weeks of agonizing over design and fabrics, sewing into the wee hours of the night, and ignoring my children in the name of entertaining them (don’t ponder the conflict of interest: art should not be reasoned out too much), I ended up with two lovely little dresses.

 

 

 

Most likely, I will never make this dress again. The true art is in the design. Production is mere craft.

 

 

 

Akiva was jealous that I was taking a lot of photos of Iris. Here’s one of you, too, Akiva!

 

     

Sunday, February 9th, 2020

On the Playroom Overpass

 

By the time I arrived with my camera,

 

 

 

the shenanigans had been going on for some time.

 

 

 

It was Martin who built the overpass in the playroom,

 

 

 

but I couldn’t make sense of the commotion.

 

 

 

A loaded bus brings some people to the off-ramp side.

 

 

 

They join what is, in my eyes, a sit-in (or lie-in) of sorts, protesting traffic on the bridge.

 

 

 

A womanβ€” played by the dollhouse mamaβ€” seems to be in charge.

 

 

 

 

A swing set is erected on the overpass.

 

 

 

Deals are made, people exchanged.

 

 

 

 

 

Abruptly, the mood turns.

 

 

 

The dollhouse mama, whatever her mission had been, is now cast to the shadows.

 

 

 

Traffic is returning to the overpass!

 

 

 

Engines ROAR as the truck ascends the ramp!

 

 

 

People load up the bus to go. Their blankets are hastily removed.

 

 

 

The arc and the swing set are removed; the ATV is loaded on to the car transporter.

 

 

 

Fully loaded, the great truck begins its perilous descent.

 

 

 

Calamity! On the way down, part of the bridge collapses!

 

 

 

The engineer is brought in to administer repairs.

 

 

 

Brrrm brrrm brrrm…

 

 

 

The arc and the controller return to the bridge.

 

 

 

The truck makes its way under the overpass,

 

 

 

circles on the cloverleaf,

 

 

 

 

and ascends.

 

 

 

*   *   *

 

Later, we go for a walk in the woods.

Iris takes out a magnifying glass in attempt to determine whether the green on a tree is a moss or a lichen.

She determines it is a lichen.

 

Sunday, February 2nd, 2020

A Driveway Full of Snow

It snowed.

 

 

 

While Iris detailed the front steps, building cairns from crusted icy snow,

 

 

 

Martin cleared (a small part of) the driveway.

 

 

 

Instead of shoveling the snow off to the side, he decided to take it elsewhere.

 

 

 

He filled the sled with snow

 

 

 

until it was full,

 

 

 

then pulled it to the back yard

 

 

 

and released it

 

 

 

down the hill.

 

 

 

He dumped the snow-filled sled

 

 

 

just outside the fence

           

 

and went back up the hill to get more.