One of my favourite places to hang out on wintry days is the Esker Foundation. It is either bopping with gaggles of work-shoppers, panel discussions, tours or other such events or it is simply peaceful, quiet and bathed it beautiful light. Yesterday found me relatively ‘on my own’ in the space and I really appreciated the impact of the exhibits.
Most impact-full, for me, was Larissa Fassler’s work. Given my incessant record-keeping and my daily walking-observation-documentation of my pond study, it makes sense that her work speaks to me. I’ve almost finished my second coffee and Max needs to be speed- walked before a day of teaching. So, I’m not going to go into long explanations here, but yesterday I felt that I had collided with a very like-minded artist. It is wonderful to see concepts mirrored back. And, completely by surprise.
I will, later, post about Cedric and Jim Bomford’s work, The Traveller. Given my University of Lethbridge residence experience…and gazing out at the High Level Bridge for those four years, I was left breathless once confronted by the powerful construction of space in the ‘guts’ of the gallery. I have much to say about the traveller and was intrigued by the process of a father and son installing such a beast as this, within the context of the Esker Space.
I was grateful to be greeted by Parisa. It has been quite a while. The hospitality shown by the Esker staff is consistent, warm and educational.
This past winter was an unusual season, so mild that it was difficult to even classify it as winter. The plows came around once. We had two big dumps of snow. And, that was it. Spring came early, with many warm days in March. As a result, everything is dry.
At my kitchen window, in the neighbour’s vent, Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow have nested three times, all without success. On the first go, we had babies and Mom and Dad did a marvelous job feeding and protecting their wee ones and then all at once, one morning, there was silence. Given that the duct tape I had applied last season had fallen off (and I’m sort of glad it did because I always imagined my neighbour charging me for a repair), I believe that either a Crow or Magpie rampaged the nest. The sparrows tried two more times, but with no successful hatch. The nest is now abandoned, apart from the occasional visit from an adult. This has made me pretty disappointed because I enjoyed my daily observations of Sparrow behaviour, while I worked at my kitchen sink.
The Fort McMurray blaze happened and left the province in shock. To not mention this would just be wrong. The media images of the devastation and mass exodus from the city were terrifying. I think that this fire changed all of us in ways we could not imagine. Our hearts are still reaching out to those impacted most. In an economy that was already struggling with woes, this has contributed additional stress. My prayers continue to be for those impacted and for the fire fighters who continue to make efforts to quell this blaze. This image, from Jonathan Hayward, Canadian Press.
A giant fireball is seen as a wild fire rips through the forest 16 km south of Fort McMurray, Alberta on highway 63 Saturday, May 7, 2016. THE CANADIAN PRESS/Jonathan Hayward
There just isn’t a transition from that! As a result of the differing and dry climate, different insects are inhabiting our gardens. My asparagus failed to come up this year and very few Oriental poppies. My strawberry plants are weak, as are my lupines. I learned, one morning, while taking photographs that this is all due to the destruction of the Tarnished Plant Bug, last season and this. I’ve spent these months trying to ethically rid my garden of the ‘damned’ things. Sadly, this means I will likely be chasing them away to someone else’s garden. I am thinking it will take me a couple of seasons to build up my garden again and I’m anticipating more damage next summer, given that the bugs likely produced eggs before I got on to this. Gardening causes me to think about what it must mean to farm and to weigh my decisions around protecting beneficials such as bees and lady bugs.
Tarnished Plant Bug presence Noted!
Different birds have settled into the pond area at Frank’s Flats. It’s easy for me to notice because of my close relationship with this location the past five years.
Last year, at this time, I was watching the nesting practices of Osprey very closely.
In late April, this year, two nesting platforms maintained by Enmax were pulled down as a result of future infrastructure development on the Stoney Trail ring road and so things have changed. I can only keep track of a single platform from a huge distance. There is no access at this location on Sheriff King Road, for viewing. I think that the relocation happened just in the nick of time, however, so I am grateful for the efforts of Enmax. Presently, Mr. and Mrs. are watching over a couple of eggs, if not chicks by this time.
Mr. or Mrs. showed up right on time this year, overlooking the pond south of 22X and exactly where the platforms were located last year. I’m not certain if this is one of the siblings born last season or if it is one of the adults, but I am really happy that we have this presence.
No place to go, the Osprey began building on the tops of the power poles. This photo was taken once all nesting materials had been removed, demonstrating the adult Osprey’s determination to set up camp. I quickly contacted Enmax via Twitter and from there, same-day action ensued and a new location was selected for the erection of the platform. Disappointed, I knew that I wouldn’t, with my Canon Power Shot, be able to monitor the nest this season.
From a distance, I saw that the very next day, male and female had established a home, with an abundance of nesting materials. It was a thrill to see.
I have visited a few times, just to make certain that the beautiful raptors have had a successful experience. Only a week ago, I checked in. Mr. is attentive as Mrs. sits patiently. These two are slightly behind the other nest I watch, nearing the edge of the Bow River at Sikome Lake, but they look like they are managing.
Birds have been plentiful at the pond and I’ve nudged up closer than in the past. Sometimes I imagine the birds saying, “Oh, it’s just her again!” I still haven’t made the capture of a male or female Shoveler and that disappoints, given that they attended the pond in large numbers this year. Because they are so skittish, I also haven’t a focused photo of either variety of Grebe, although I’ve captured some great out-of-focus drama! Below, see some of my collection of species this year. I am thrilled with the closeness I have developed with nature and seeming, all because I am present for a walk each day, since October 13, in order to take a single photograph of a bush on Instagram. I have been blessed!
The garden has not disappointed and continues to give me a quiet place to sip my coffee in the warm morning sun. I’ve always received peace in flowers and green. This was a very early photograph…I can’t believe how things have changed and I’ll have to get out there again to snap a photograph or two.
My Auntie Ruth turned 90, as did the Queen of England. This meant a trip to Raymond and it meant a 200.00 speeding ticket! It was a beautiful reunion of family!
So much in the way of art and art exhibits! I guess compared to usual, maybe a little less. The Ivor Strong Bridge has been dealing with some repairs and so I feel, every evening, as though I am on an island and don’t wish to struggle my way out of the community. Not so much live music. I think I’m going to have to remedy that! I was definitely grateful for Allan Rosale’s invitation to the University of Calgary!
I’m very interested in learning the traditions and practice of Indigenous dance. Jess has been so helpful in this regard and is a very inspiring teacher as well as practitioner. I hope to continue with this study more consistently throughout this coming year. I met Jess through Eileen since we were all in attendance to the Juno Awards event that featured Indigenous Nominees and included a power house performance by Buffy Sainte-Marie.
I hope that if you or your children are interested, you might contact me for information as the camps and study continue throughout the summer. Such a positive and physical experience! SîpihkopiwâyisîsJess McMann-Sparvier is a powerful spokesperson for her cultural traditions and is inclusive, finding the narratives so important to share. She is rooted in history and is constantly doing research. She combines her delight for music, dance, tradition and teaching and is just one of those people you must meet and spend time with!
While I may not be athletic, I find this circle of beautiful people to have a very positive impact on me and the dance forms, a definite wake-up-call to my muscles!
May and June have been full and richly lived…home repairs, teaching, paint, writing, family history. I can’t ever imagine life not being beautiful. I am filled up as I look at what has passed this last month and a half.
There is no long trail of documentation that precedes me…no hard drive containing a vast record of digital photographs…who I was…who I am…appearance-wise. I fear though, that I have left a huge trail of ephemera. My children likely wish that my footprint was less in this regard. I have a stack of concert t-shirts, for example…each one worn one time only…I hope everyone will select their favourite and take it, when I’m gone. The same goes for my ‘vinyl’…each record played once in order to make a cassette tape and then filed in a box. Why do I hold on to such as this? Does anyone really know Three Dog Night anymore?
My mother found two photographs in a box taken with a borrowed camera and she swears that they are photographs of me. Why do I have my doubts? Here is one of these official baby photos…the only one of two.
I treasured the paint-by-number of The Last Supper that my father did while stationed up north, so much so that I purchased its contemporary on E-Bay for $9.98…apparently done by someone’s grandmother circa 1953. I’m glad I have an archive of the original. (see below)
I’ve always been a pet-lover. This has been documented also.
Next…proof that I studied ballet, until the teacher explained to my mother that perhaps this wasn’t the style for me. In retrospect, I could have told her that and saved us both the trouble.
Family…most times one parent was missing from the photograph, depending on who was holding the camera.
School photographs are the best, aren’t they?
Two other portraits were brought to mind by a photographer of my youth, Lorraine. The first one portrays my ‘earth mother’ days very well. I made lots of whole wheat and rye bread back then, some loaves more successful than others. These, always partnered by the community pot of soup. Mm-mmm! Lorraine captured my young-woman-walk-through-the-coulees-self exquisitely, me thinks!
The second sitting was with Lorraine when I was about seven months pregnant for my first baby. I like the ethereal sensibility created with the lighting and the curtain in the window. I don’t mind publishing the photo here. Photos in our contemporary world have become far more provocative and revealing. I think this one is subtle and captures, I think, my sense of anticipation, if not acceptance. Thank you, Lorraine, for reminding me of these!
Based on this visual legacy, I decided to have my portrait done professionally and it was both entertaining, creative and fun! Thank you, Jen of Jen Hall Photography! A great experience and a record of my presence to my life. Thanks also to Cathy Larsen who built a quilt out of 2006, a year where I documented magic every day for 365 days on fabric. You are a master at your craft, Cathy, and I continue to this day, to treasure our friendship and your artistry!
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe. Truman Capote
