We need as many Santas in our lives as we can get! No reference whatever to the monetised icon brought out and dusted off in the Christmas Season to remind us to spend money. Amazingly, the short-sighted little man in the red suit, removed from that particular chore, can, all by himself, take us to […] Continue reading
I wrote the story How Santa Lost His Socks And Found Them back in the early 1980s, just after we moved away from the big city in search of the sound of grass growing. Found it too, for a while; now the city is rolling in right behind. Still it’s not bad where we are, […] Continue reading
EWEREKA! From a set of six cards on a sheepish theme, ewe know what I mean.
No two ways about it, rum was drunk to keep out the cold. Actually more like the damp which was guaranteed to stiffen the youngest joints and turn the happiest mind into a pit of despair. Low light, early dark, fog, make for poor companions, so what else is there to do but have some […] Continue reading
They were everywhere and every which way. Some lay flat on their backs, gnarly feet rigid, pointed straight up in the air. Others were collapsed on their fronts, their necks stretched as far out as they could go. Most were scattered about in the garden, sprawled among the rows of peas, in the middle of […] Continue reading
A batik done on Irish Linen. Multiple dyeings.
Blessed Sundays, an official break in the continuous action on the farm! Sundays, the time to rest, go do your own thing for a couple of hours, lift up your eyes and enjoy looking out at the world. After ‘denner’, the middle of the day, remember, was the start of the down time, and if […] Continue reading
You are looking at a rough sketch of Vancouver done many years ago. Look, no houses on the North Shore and no massive high towers downtown. It was a lovely city to live in then. Below is the batik I did of that same view. The photograph is much faded, but I will try and […] Continue reading