Too many choices

I can go for weeks without making a single image, sad as it sounds. And then I have times where I fill and re-fill my SD cards and then rarely have the time to spend editing or culling the images, to do exactly what with, I don't know. Now that I don't take my film in to get printed, I don't have a tangible to deal with, to put away, to put in a photo album, to put in a frame, on one of those clippy things that fall over anyway, to show off to everyone.

Anyway, this last few weeks have been full with a trip to the Ottawa area, and a fasting spiritual journey in the mountains on May long weekend. And so my SD cards are full of images. What to share today? Maybe I'd better catch up and do a mini-gallery.


Today: Merrickville. It's what people would call a quaint town, in the Ontario countryside near Ottawa. Full of antiques and folk art and beautiful brick-and-stone buildings made in a time when people built things to last. We had my birthday lunch there (it was all fresh and brilliant and the crème brulee was amazing and I hate to think of the bill but I didn't see it so that was perfect, too) and a wonderful walk-around. But it was too short, and my lovely local friend Cori and I went back on Mother's Day for more of a leisurely poke.

We found this gorgeous old house (top of post), on the way into town. I love its grandeur, and its slight shabbiness which makes it more beautiful.

And then there were the great phone booths on the street, just a smidge of old-world.

Miller's Antiques was a pure haven of folksy vintage plus antique, and the nicest people. I was served by Zach, home from Golden for the weekend, helping his mom in the very busy store. It was strange but very Canadian to be from Western Canada, being served by someone from farther West than me, in a location farther East than I'd originally come to travel.


I've got a couple more but I'll save them for tomorrow.

The Photo Challenge

So apparently there is a photo challenge going around, where you post a photo every day (or nearly so) and keep a sort of ongoing diary by doing so.

Sounds like a good concept - and simple. But I also know my ability to procrastinate and the fact that living my life often keeps me from actually documenting my life.

My sister Riel sez I have to help her with her photo challenge, and to keep her going, to do this with her. I'm already a month behind, but, with various travel and experiences behind me in the past month, I figure I should catch up before long...so here goes.

This is a snap of the angels at the top of the war memorial when I saw it a week ago, in Ottawa. It was a gorgeous day, with blue sky only, and bright sun, and it was the antithesis of depressing. I couldn't help but see the glint off the wingspan of the one angel guarding those soldiers - representatives of my sister, my brother, and many other souls braver than I am. I have seen this memorial so many times in print, and twice in person, and this image of the angels' wings just keeps it for me.