I got my first bike when I was 12, and promptly fell off it going down our gravel driveway too fast. I limped home with a bloodied knee, but this accident did not deter me. Once my tears had dried, I got back on the bike.
The bike was blue, gearless, and it spelled freedom. I lived on a farm 5 miles out of town, but with the bike, I suddenly had mobility. Once I’d mastered the art of riding downhill, I explored the farm by bike. I rode to visit my cousins in one direction, my auntie and uncle in another, and the river where we used to swim, in yet another. Continue reading →
My Dad as a young man. I have no idea what this farm equipment is that he’s pushing.
My dad died in 2011 just a couple of months short of turning 98. If he were still alive, he’d be turning 100 today. So it seems fitting to celebrate the anniversary of his extraordinarily long life by sharing some of his photos. Continue reading →
I love cloth. I have more than I know what to do with. It’s a passion I inherited from my mother, who knitted, crocheted, embroidered, spun and sewed for as far back as I can remember. I was inspired to … Continue reading →