Archive for April, 2011

My stone Buddha. The Garden Gnome. And spring bulbs.

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Easter Basket

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After Lois ~ Grateful

If you know about Wallace Nutting you will know of what I speak in naming this post. I have a number of photographs acquired over the years – inscribed with the words  “after Wallace Nutting….”

Lois and I stood in pretty much the same spots on the same day at the same hour in the town of Moron. Pointing our cameras.

Taking pictures with my friend Lois is a pure pleasure. Let’s do this again sometime real soon okay?

Another time I will wear muted colours. I promise. I will wear a big jacket and heat be damned to shelter my big lens. I will venture closer in. Just look at the detail on those columns. Just look at the tile in the entryway. I will walk very slowly.

You can visit Lois by clicking on Country Mice in my sidebar. Or here:


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Through a Doorway

We walked past an open doorway and I saw this. I made a move to lift my camera – Tim thinking I was going to attempt to photograph the two women sitting in the entrance way …grabbed my arm. I assured him that although I would have dearly loved to photograph them sitting there waiting for I don’t know what … that I would be happy with this. So I backed up.

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Happy Birthday!

It’s Tim’s Birthday. You could, if you wish, leave a birthday wish in the comments section.

Happy Birthday!

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In February we painted the room off the kitchen in preparation for the installation of the pantry.


 And now it is here.

Needs some minor adjustments and fixing – largely because my mind is not fixed on details the way it was a year ago. Which is both good and bad. Good because too much focus on house detail can lead to madness and almost did. Bad because I still decend into house madness (temporarily) over my failure to deal with this and that. Bottom cupboards need feet. Entirely my fault. Bookselves ended up with those ghastly hole for readjusting shelves. Having never readjusted a shelf in my life the mere sight of those holes drives me crazy. I am a firm believer in need for decisiveness when it comes to shelves.

In any event. Enough whining.

Way way way back I found the most amazing old kitchen cabinet at the Restore in Toronto. We loaded them in the truck and brought them home. Two years later it is finally part of the pantry.

I wrote about the purchase of these cupboards in March of 2009.


The upper cabinets are from the Restore. The bookshelves for cookbooks and the bottom cupboards were built to match. Countertop is hickory and matches the desk in the kitchen. (If you look closely you can see those dang holes. Once upon a day I’ll fill them with something.)

The copper belonged to our Oma. I do believe she would think this was a lovely place for it to live.

I stood in Lee Valley Tools holding these drawer pulls for at least half an hour. Maybe longer. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes.

Hardware is house jewelry. Too much and one needs to cover one’s eyes. Too little and everyone feels the sadness. Just right is mighty hard to find. These worked out quite well. (Less happy note. The drawers are really too small to be functional for much. My fault again. The intention was to use then for linens. Caught napping again. And likely it never dawned on the talented man who made these that I have many linen tablesclothes. I suspect not really a stable in many kitchens these days. They will not fit in these drawers. There is a solution. Shelves. I will put shelves in the bottom cupboards. Not as I envisioned. But just fine.)

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Two Hours with Lois

There is something so lovely about spending a couple of hours taking pictures with a friend who also loves taking pictures in a place that offers up an embarassment of riches for the camera. Just lovely.

This logo can’t be original to the car… can it? Not possible.

It is possible I think to imagine this hotel  as it once was.  A pearl.

And if the first mode of transport does not suit…

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Found myself in a perfect spot, with perfect light and magic. Camera died on shot three. Am operating with a single battery. Lesson learned.

Now it is true that these images are imprinted on my brain.

It is my nature, however, to grieve that they are not on film.

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Cary Grant.

Myrna Loy.

Watched by the whole family yesterday. Children killing themselves laughing. Recognizing the personalities of both their father and I. I borrowed this one from the TPL. But honestly – I am thinking we need to have a copy.

To this… “Oh Mama – it’s you.” Giggle. Giggle. Snort. Snort.

They are not wrong.

I have not used a pound of butter. But I have used a china milk jug. And we won’t go on from there. Let it be said though that the piece about the thread is not that far off.

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