There was a big storm last night, and the power went out for twelve hours. Everything was soaked, but the sunlight coming through the trees made me forget any inconvenience.
I took the doggies for a long walk in the forest. The late October light was magical.
I had been planning to blog about Canada's butthead of a Prime Minister using the shooting in Ottawa to further erode our civil rights and totally shred whatever tattered remnants of privacy we might have left. Never mind that nobody knows the facts behind what happened, just govern on flimsy assumptions.
But this beautiful light makes me forget all that, at least for a moment.
The spider will spin her web, no matter what.
The moss will quietly carpet the ground,
and even the trees. It must be time for the little frogs to begin their chorus.
There could even be fairies, and witches and elves, creatures of a much deeper and powerful realm than the phantoms of politics.
Tyrants and zealots and political opportunists will come and go, but we will be alright as long as there are forests.
I'm an artist who has been making stuff for 30 years. I used to spin, knit, weave, quilt, design, write, embroider and garden, and I still do most of these things, but for the last few years I have been focused on stitching images from Canada's first natural history, the Codex Canadensis.
I try to live a life of minimal consumption and maximum creation. More and more, I see how these are connected.