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As We Have Always Done

When they were younger, I used to spend hours reading to my grandchildren. Of course, this was a part of the routine when I tucked them in at night.  The books were followed by songs, old favourites and lullabies, some with words made up just for them. My grandson has two that he always sings to me. With each child, it would end with little talks, a special goodnight saying and a kiss – all this part of a routine that I continued from when their Dad was little.

I was moving around some of those books today, dusting them off and wondering was it time for them to go into the ‘give-away’ bag.  Some of the favourites I can almost recite without opening as they had been read so often:

Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See? by Bill Martin Jr
On the Night You Were Born by Nancy Tillman
The Flea’s Sneeze by Lynn Downey
The Elves and The Shoemaker by Oscar Weigle
Winnie the Pooh
The Tales of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

There are the Wonder Books, The Little Golden Books, and then began the chapter books, on to adventure stories and novels.  You know how it goes … no longer wanting me to read to them as they are now avid readers themselves.

But a couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter and I snuggled in and I read aloud as I would have done when she was a little girl. Except, this time it was from one of my favourites, Collected Poems by Robert Service.  Some of the selections were quite serious, some so vivid that we almost saw through the author’s eyes. and some held laughter in every line.  There was The Man Who Knew, The Spell of The Yukon, The Cremation of Sam McGee, Bessie’s Boil, Fi-Fi in Bed and so many more.

As I closed the book, I noticed the old poster that has always hung on our wall and I stopped to read:

Desiderata

Go Placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons. They are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble – it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be a peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be careful. Strive to be happy.

Found in old Saint Paul’s Church, Baltimore, USA, dated 1692

As We Have Always Done

It will be such fun when we are able to get together again. Though the children are growing up and books are not always read aloud anymore, we have kept our bedtime routine. And then, at close of the day when we say goodnight, we will do as we have always done.

There are treasures that present themselves at the strangest and yet the best of times. There is wisdom to be found – perhaps in a routine started long, long ago, in a special book or a poster on the wall.

The ‘give-away’ bag can wait another while.

© 2020 Beulah Peyton Bouzane



A Piece of Birch Bark

Like many of you, over the past few days I’ve been mesmerized by the COVID.19 crisis. The whole world has turned upside down and life in no longer as it was. It is such a scary time for all of us. And, like many of you, I have been trying to do my part, abiding by the rules of social distancing and staying close to home.  At times like this, it is so important to keep positive, keep busy, and help in whatever way we can, albeit from a distance for those of us not on the front lines.

Besides staying healthy, my head has been spinning with ideas of ways to help, things to do and ways to keep productive. My sisters and friends have been writing, tackling projects and creating so many wonderful things – quilts, crocheted rugs, pottery, delicious meals. One sister is inspired by the land, the people and the sea; another by everyday experiences; another by food and feeding people.  One friend dug out a sweater she had knit several years ago. All the pieces were completed.  All that was needed was to put the darn thing together – and so it began.

I, too, have been inspired – sometimes just to sit and watch through my window. With that and combined with all those thoughts swirling in my head, perhaps I can create. So I’ve been writing, reading, building a few little things, cleaning up my workshop, learning the ‘how tos’ of some new online tools, assisting clients with their websites and doing some related volunteer work. Despite the concern and worry, dare I say, “I’ve been enjoying myself!”

Now I started off this morning feeling just a little bit guilty about that … and then I heard the crows!

It All Started Over A Piece of Birch Bark

The crows have absolutely no sense! They are making such a fuss in the trees nearby – fighting over a piece of birch bark, I think. Well now, my first thought was,

“There is more than one piece of bark out there, so stop your fighting. There are a number of birch trees in our front garden so there should be lots to go round.” And then I thought, “Wait a minute! What good is a piece of Birch Bark?”

Several years ago one of my friends gifted me a necklace which she had made. It was so thoughtful of her.  Such beautiful bead work! What I found most intriguing was that the pendant was created from a piece of birch bark.

Historically, indigenous people used bark to cover canoes, make watertight wigwams, cradles and even coffins to bury their dead. When I was young, my father showed me how to make a bowl out of bark that could be used for holding and boiling water especially when you’re in the middle of the woods and don’t have a container. He also showed me how to make a horn that could be used for imitating a moose call or, in the absence of bark, to cup my hands a certain way to create that same sound.

I can remember writing little notes on bark when I was a child.  In recent years, I’ve gathered bark and birch sticks for making crafts and for decoration in the house.  One of my friends uses birch sticks for carving and at Christmas she used the bark to make gift tags.  Absolutely beautiful!

But, credit where credit is due.  The crows had figured it out long before our time and now I’m thinking they were probably the reason behind our original inspirations.

The leaves and sap from the birch tree are often used for making tea and medicines. I wonder, did the crows have that figured out, too?  We have discovered many things just by watching the birds and the animals.

And then I thought – toilet paper!

I hear reports that during this crisis some are standing in line ups to buy up products that they are worried will be depleted. Some are angry because services cannot be provided today or at least some not as efficiently and as quickly as they were yesterday or last week.

And then I went outside to pick up a piece of birch bark.

To all frontline workers in all lines of work – from health care to delivery crews to bankers to cleaning staff to … 

Thank You!

Stay safe! Stay healthy!

 

 



Lessons in Life

There are many lessons in life, all of which can come together to help build strong character and make you a better person.  Some are hard to live by while others are easy to follow and make good common sense. I remember some of the ones I learned from my role models:

Love many, trust few and remember to paddle your own canoe
Do not envy others
Stop and think before you speak
Keep two hands on the wheel
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Do not wish ill of another
Give freely and quietly
Never let the sun set on your anger
Don’t use bad words
Love is just a word until you give it meaning
There’s nothing more valuable than your integrity
Do not be covetous
Familiarity breeds contempt
Be humble for there will always be greater persons than you

I can keep on going with that list, just as I’m sure you can too. But this week, I was sorely tempted to put aside one of those lessons. Well, I have to tell you that I’m not one bit sorry to say,

“Temptation won!”


Lessons in Life

You see on Sunday morning at about 11:45
I discovered a crime that near drove me wild.

They had come right in, whether day or night,
And left with some saws. Now that’s just not right.

It had cost lots of money after a lot of hard work
And they took them like that – those miserable jerks

The miserable scoundrels. I felt so used
As I walked around, sort of halfway confused

Disappointed, discouraged and upset at that
I fair danced with anger and called them rats.

Why would somebody take our stuff
Are they in want and don’t have enough?

“Not so”, said the policeman. “They are up to no good.
They’re watching and waiting. A bunch of hoods.”

Don’t wish ill of another my mother said
But I put that aside because I saw red.

Instead as punishment, severe cramps would be just
with 2 weeks of diarrhea a definite must.

Followed by bed rest with much time to think
of the things they had done. Oh, how they stink.

Up went defences and some new safeguards
though a little bit late now they’re out of the yard.

But still time to take steps ‘case they decide to come back
there’ll be photos and systems making them easy to track

As hard as it is, it’s about lessons in life
learn from mistakes and don’t make them twice

“Watch out for scoundrels”, so said my mother
and that will replace, “Don’t wish ill of another.”

Oh my! It was a rough few days until my sense of humour returned …



Congratulations Deborah

You’ve just got to check this out!

Remember the craft fairs my friend, Deborah, and I attended last Fall? Her products were such a hit.

Well, she’s just launched her new website (deborahpeyton.com) and is also now on Instagram.  You really need to check it out. What amazing talent. Her products are absolutely fantastic.

To learn more about her new projects, I highly recommend you follow her on Instagram.


Take a deep breath. Focus on the here and now.
Remember this moment is the only one we can be sure of.
Let go of worries and anxiety. Just breathe!

Now that is pretty good advice so I thought I’d pass it on to you.

There is just one thing though. One has to have the patience to sit and quieten the mind long enough to focus. How do they do that, I wonder? I lasted 15 seconds the first time I tried it. Then I got an idea! squirrel…

One More Piece of Advice

Have you ever had full conversations with yourself – I mean conversations where you actually correspond back and forth. Or, perhaps you read a book and find yourself giving advice or telling the characters what they should or shouldn’t do next. Maybe when you’re watching a movie or listening to the radio, you find yourself stepping right in to interrupt. My grandmother used to do that all the time and we found it hilarious.

There were also times when we would imitate something our Mom would say or do because it really was too much of a temptation to let it go. Now don’t get me wrong. We NEVER did any of this behind her back. We always made sure she knew we were poking fun, at which point she’d give us a little tongue wagging and then laugh right along with us. But, there are lessons to be learned in everything you do in life and if there’s one more piece of advice I can give you, it is,

“Don’t poke fun of your grandmother, your mother or father or anybody else for that matter”.

Really! You can rest assured that as you grow older, you will find yourself doing and saying the very same things. Yes, the very things you always made fun of before.


 



The Goat

Ever been in a really miserable situation and you’re so uptight every nerve felt like it was on bust?  Suddenly something strange or just plain silly happens and it strikes you so so funny that you go off in peels of laughter.

The passerby will be afraid to approach you as they won’t have a clue how to handle it and may even think you need help. A casual acquaintance will automatically think you’ve totally lost it and try to avoid you, pretending they aren’t associated. A friend, on the other hand, will immediately see and understand the humour and join in.  It’s at this point that the nerve endings all start to reconnect. You see things more clearly and you’re able to get a grip on your world to once again flip it right side up.

Laughter has got to be one of the best tonics you can take.  Thankfully, my humour is kind of warped – which makes for a whole lot of fun whether in a crowd or all alone, talking to myself or reading.  Last month I was reading an old book that I love and found a poem (unknown author) that I had tucked away between the pages some years ago.  It made me laugh again as it is just as funny now as I was when I first placed it there.

The Goat

There was a man, now please take note,
There was a man, who had a goat.
He lov’d that goat, indeed he did
He lov’d that goat, just like a kid.

One day that goat felt frisk and fine,
Ate three red shirts from off the line.
The man just grabbed him by the back
And tied him to a railroad track.

But when the train hove into sight,
That goat grew pale and green with fright.
He heaved a sigh, as if in pain,
Coughed up those shirts and flagged the train.

~

Never mind the man who owns the goat. He needs a severe talking to for sure.  Instead it’s all about the situation. Now that goat has personality and gumption.  It reminds me of my sisters.

Who came to your mind as you read it, I wonder?

 

 



Downshifting and Emergency Preparedness

It all started when I read my sister's blog, The Universe Said ENOUGH, in which she spoke of herself as being a little bit of a workaholic.

"Hmmm," I thought. "There's nothing little about it."

You see, she's always working - even when she thinks she isn't. But that particular week she finally realized she was tired after the Universe sent her a message. Yes ... the universe speaks to her directly.

All of this got me thinking about the need to always be doing something, to always be busy. It kind of runs in our family - well for 4 of the 5 sisters at least. Then, right in the middle of those thoughts I received a blog from Harold Taylor, a guru in Time Management.  It was titled "Are You a Workaholic?"  Really! Is this man also hearing the universe and sending me a message?

Downshifting

According to Harold, being a workaholic has less to do with always working than the need to always be busy. (Ouch!) He recommended "downshifting"...

Working less, wanting less, spending less and living more. Consider simplifying your life so you can spend more time on the things you are passionate about.

If you find yourself racing the clock, doing two things at once and eating on the run, try modifying your behavior. Drive slower, walk slower, talk slower and yes, even work slower. Your productivity may decrease in the short haul, but chances are, you'll accomplish a lot more in your lifetime.

Well now, I am not sure what rock I've been under but I definitely have been under one. Why have I not heard of 'downshifting'. I read a fair amount and figured I was on top of, or at least aware of, the latest. Guess Not!  But all in all, it did sound like some pretty good advice so I decided I would heed it.  It lasted for almost four days!

Emergency Preparedness

Okay!  It really is ENOUGH now.  Confined for 4 days. I enjoy my own company but, seriously, there is a limit and I am starting to get on my nerves! Every muscle is crying out for mercy after 3 days of shovelling and cleanup. Thank goodness the sun is now shining and the worst is over.

But tell me, do you enjoy storms?  How about preparing for emergencies? Since the humongous storm this weekend in my corner of the world, everybody is talking about the circumstances and what they are going to do to prepare for the NEXT time.  Well, I for one have added two more things to my list - snow shoes and patience.

I know I must be the very worst but I have to tell you, I love a good storm. For me, preparing is half the fun. I think it comes from the things our parents taught us when we were little. They had experienced The Great Depression and knew how to stretch a dollar and how to always be prepared - not just for emergencies but for every day.  In any event, I have my own list that I am always adjusting as it's a learning experience (like the snow shoes).  It also depends on the season and where I am living but for the most part there are some things that always stay the same.

  • lamps filled and strategically positioned all over the house with matches in each chimney; a supply of candles
  • extra lamp oil, butane and propane cylinders
  • flashlight and extra batteries
  • emergency stove in case there's no electricity
  • first aid kit
  • emergency blanket and tarpaulin
  • rope, pocket knife and scissors
  • shovel and axe
  • bulk supply of flour, powdered milk, yeast, baking powder, salt, sugar, cooking oil, peas, beans, coffee and tea
  • cupboard stocked with preserves - bottled meats, cabbage rolls, beans, soup and vegetables
  • pickled eggs
  • lots of drinking water containers filled
  • several good books
  • pen and writing paper

And, for this particular storm, there were lots of warnings ahead of time so I had plenty of time to add other essentials

  • snowblower and vehicle full of gas and several extra tanks on hand
  • fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables

The bulk supply of dried foods and preserves don't just happen during emergencies. That's something I've been doing for years so there's no added expense or panic to stock up when emergencies occur. 

Over the past 4 days, neighbours were all helping neighbours, making sure everyone was safe and doing well.  Thank goodness for the snowblowers as each driveway was cleared out and cleaned up.

In between all that I have done nothing but relax, eat well and enjoy writing and reading.  I made fresh bread (ate 2 loaves), binged on cookies and partridge berry cake and treated myself to a whole lot of those preserves. Now I need the stores to open as my clothes no longer fit.  It's like the storm gave me full licence to totally 'Downshift'.

BUT WAIT

The storm is over and I can feel it all ramping up inside again - so much to do, so many adventures to have and time is 'a wasting '.



Holy Crow! A New Decade

January 1, 2020

It is so much fun to start fresh and new. I love it!   So far this morning

12:01 am sound asleep
3:00 am wide awake and having a delicious Hazelnut flavoured coffee
3:30 am off to the airport (family had to catch an early flight)
4:00 am back home for breakfast (leftover steak, eggs, bacon, and toast with bakeapple jam)
5:00 am hot bath while pretending I am in a luxurious spa
5:30 am sending New Years greetings to family and friends
6:00 am settling down to write a new story

Now tell me! Isn't that a perfect way to start a new decade? Mind you, I'm not quite sure where the 'spa' thoughts came from as I have never been to one in my life.  Perhaps I will make it a reality this year or maybe it will just remain in my thoughts as I go madly off in all directions.  And the food - oh my.

What Mom Always Said

I can remember my Mom saying years ago,

"You must always wear something new on New Years Day AND whatever you do that day will be how you will spend the rest of the year."

Wear something new?  Okay, I have a couple of options - new pajamas, new socks and a beautiful scarf given to me by a special aunt. I am definitely not as brave as some so I will NOT be wearing those pjs out in public. That leaves me with the socks and, of course, the scarf will do nicely.

What to do today?  Hmm! There's a whole list of things I'd like to pack into the next few hours:

go for a hike
visit family and friends
make a new card
sketch something
write a poem
try a new recipe
learn to play the accordion

Really Mom! It's only been 7 hours in this year and already I'm saying "Squirrel"

To my family and friends, I wonder  ...  What were you doing at midnight, will you wear something new, and how will you spend your day?  Be sure to leave a comment on this blog. I would love to hear from you.

Holy Crow! A New Decade is Underway

Wishing all of you my very best!

 

Ever get to the end of a day and wonder, where in the world did the time go?



Memories Wrapped In A Rock

Update on the Craft Fairs

All over for this year!  We attended the Fair in Eastport and another in St. John’s.  What an experience!  We were flopping back and forth from laughter, to confusion, to anxiety, to excitement and, at the end, exhaustion. Deborah and I gained so much knowledge about the marketplace and what people seem to be interested in these days. I now have a whole new appreciation for craft producers. What work is involved!

Thank You

Many thanks to family and friends who supported us. Your encouragement and help meant so much.

To our customers, some of whom were family and friends and some who were strangers, we hope you thoroughly enjoy the products as much as we enjoyed making them and serving you.


Subcontracted to Our Digital Devices

The other day I listened to a radio program about memories and memory loss. It is a topic that is on many of our minds these days and causes many of us no end of worry.  This particular program was really interesting as it dealt not just with the various forms of dementia that seem so prevalent today but the general use of our minds to capture and recant our stories and information.  One sentence stood out among all the rest:

“We have subcontracted our memories to our digital devices.”

Oh my … how true is that!  Or at least it certainly is for me.

    1. My contact list, my calendar, my shopping list, my ‘to do’ list … all of it resides on my phone.  I set alerts and reminders so I no longer have to worry about remembering where I am supposed to be and when.
    2. My computer holds all my stories, poems and photos;
    3. my iPad provides the lists of my favourite songs, lyrics and guitar chords; my favourite books and which one I read last;
    4. Google tells me how to spell words properly and provides the definitions and information I need on all sorts of topics;
    5. I can barely find my way to the corner store without Google Maps.

Seriously! And what isn’t on an electronic device is posted to sticky notes and journals. Mind you, most of the time I can’t remember exactly where I placed them and can’t find the darned things when most needed. In far reaches of my mind, I may be able to come up with the words needed to communicate my thoughts but it could be hit or miss. Sometimes I wonder.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?  If not one might be inclined to think I’m exaggerating to make a point … not likely!  Picture my week:

I got lost in the city – twice. Well really, not lost exactly as it wasn’t as if I didn’t know where I was going. I hadn’t really forgotten how to get there but my mind was happily off in all directions while I was driving (squirrel).  By the time I focused on the topic at hand and where I was supposed to be headed, I was down in Logy Bay.  Naturally, I didn’t remember the address so Google Maps was useless.  After a few chuckles, I just took in the sites, stopped to look at the ocean, and then went home. The next time I was looking for an arena and in the midst of it found myself in the middle of a funeral procession. I found the arena the following day.

I forgot an appointment I’d made a few days ago because I didn’t look at my calendar and didn’t have an ‘auto’ alert set for the time.

I double booked a get-together with friends because one time slot had inadvertently been placed on the 2020 calendar (Gremlins were at fault on that one).

I went to the store and walked around wondering what I had intended to buy. My list was still sitting on the kitchen table and I’d forgotten to take a picture of it before leaving the house.  So naturally I left the store with 3 bags full – not one item matched the list on the table.

What I am happy to report is that I do remember my phone number so at least something is still up there floating around in my head.  Great comfort, as I often enjoy talking to myself.

Memories Wrapped in a Rock

My Aunt and I were discussing memories and stories from the past, like those wrapped in the many things she has  around her home. Some of the things children had given my uncle or her over the years, things now probably long forgotten by the kids but still fond memories for her.

Somehow the topic turned to painted rocks and then rocks in general. She remembered how years ago, my son had given my uncle a rock (more like a boulder) and a bright green kneeling pad as a Christmas present. It was a prayer rock. It was to be placed by the bedside so when he stubbed his toe on it, it would presumably be a reminder for him to say his prayers – using the kneeling pad, obviously. I  can imagine that rock prompted some colourful biblical words from my uncle but I’m not sure about the prayers.

Rock painting and engraving are among the world’s oldest art forms. Depictions of human and animal figures, unusual combinations of the features of both, and geometric and other patterns have been used by wide-ranging cultures and civilizations since the beginning of time. Besides being admired for their sophisticated, powerful and detailed representations, they have provided a window into the memories and daily lives of our ancient ancestors.

But it’s not just about ancient worlds.  Rock painting is quite a phenomena all over North America in the last few years.  It has become the hottest hobby for kids and grown-ups alike.  Basically, people are painting rocks and hiding them everywhere for others to find.  Just try Googling the subject.  You’ll come up with more than 68 million entries – everything from how to paint, what to paint, how to hide, where to hide, how to find and so on.  It is a way for people to let their creative side shine and is a relatively cheap hobby that provides a whole lot of fun!  It is connecting people and bringing smiles to the faces of those who do the painting and to those who find them. One in particular was found at the airport in St. John’s and ended up in Norway.  The markings on the back indicated who had painted it and the two families, one in Newfoundland and one in Norway, became connected.

Many other rocks have been hidden all around the Continent apparently. I wonder will future civilizations find any of these? Will the paint survive the elements? Will any conclusions be formed about the meaning and the people who painted them? Will they be a window into our memories?

Poems that Live Forever

If you put the painting part aside, you’ll find that many people are fascinated with rocks – everything to rock formations that have evolved over the ages to small pieces that have broken away from glaciers and have been washed smooth with the ocean waves. In my world they are considered interesting and pretty.  While other children were picking wild flowers to bring to their moms, my son would search for the most beautiful pebbles and rocks to share with me.  They came in all shapes and colours and thankfully they were all small, much smaller than the one he gave to his uncle. I still have several as keepsakes of those wonderful years.

Then as an adult and after he’d move away from home, I received one more rock that came in the mail as part of a Mother’s Day surprise. It is the most special of them all.  Accompanied by a book of poems called Poems that Live Forever, that rock is a poem in itself and is now in my own collection. These are the memories that never fade and have no need to be subcontracted to digital devices.


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© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane.

 

 



My First Craft Fair

Eastport Peninsula Agricultural Exhibition
Holy Cross School
Saturday, October 12th, 10:00 am to 4:00 pm

Beulah Bouzane
Cards, Crafts and Creations

Deborah Peyton
Wood Artistry

This is so cool - my first craft fair!

It all started with a text message

"How about a Craft Fair later this year. You and I could share a table. What do you think?"

It was early January and my friend, Deborah Peyton, and I bravely made our decision. We would sign up for a Fall Fair somewhere on the Island. It seemed like such a great idea at the time.  This is my first and I'm not quite sure what to expect but it's so exciting.

I have been doing some carpentry and woodworking in the last few years - creating a workshop and studio. In that process I starting making things from the odds and ends of lumber left over from the project.  Deborah is more experienced at craft fairs having participated in several in New Brunswick over the years. She is a graphic designer, cartoonist, and crafts person working most recently with wood carving.

Between the two of us, we've created some wonderful items that we thought others might enjoy too.

Come Visit Us At The Fair!

NOTE:  We are also registered for the Deck the Halls fair at the Holiday Inn in St. John's on November 27th.

Beulah Bouzane - Cards, Crafts and Creations


Deborah Peyton - Wood Artistry

Samples of some of our products

More Information
Eastport Peninsula Agricultural Exhibition



Heaven in a Wild Flower

Yesterday my granddaughter, Kaitlyn, and I attended a workshop on photography. It was offered by Geoff Goodyear (Geoff Goodyear Photography) a well known photographer from Newfoundland and Labrador who has captured some amazing pieces of art over the years.

There were about 10 of us at the workshop, all with varying expertise - from the total novice (me) to those who have made this a lifelong hobby. Learning the 'how tos' and 'don't dos' along with excellent tips and techniques was balanced with such good humour in relaxed, friendly atmosphere.

During the afternoon portion, we took a field trip to the Grand Falls House to take photos to our hearts content. I tried diligently to apply the things I'd learned.  But it was watching Kaitlyn and the other participants that sparked the greatest pleasure and made me wonder - what do they see!  What seemed to be intriguing to some seemed to go unnoticed by others - each person seeing the world through different eyes.

Kaitlyn explored the grounds seeking perfect shots - the twists, the shapes, the lighting, the contrast. She was struck by the beauty of a flower against the bark of an old tree. For others, it may have been the old building, its windows weather beaten and worn, or perhaps the majestic birch or a bumble bee.

It reminded of a piece written by William Blake many years ago:

To see a World in a grain of sand
And Heaven in a wild flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour.

 

Wood

chimney

scaffolds

maple leaf

the flower

Geoff Goodyear Photography

www.geoffgoodyearphotography.ca

Our thanks to Geoff for sharing his talents with us!

Yesterday's workshops were FANTASTIC

So today we head back for the final session ... Image editing and enhancement

Let's see if we can make the photos pop!

© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All rights reserved.



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