RCAF Station Claresholm

My cousin Peter and I headed out to Claresholm yesterday, stopping in to Nanton’s antique shops for some browsing, along the way.  It was a beautiful day to spend time with my ‘boy-cousin’ and especially when he opened up about my Auntie’s meeting up with my Uncle for RCAF dances in Claresholm.  As we made our way along some back roads, he spoke and I felt transported back to a different time when his parents were young and so in love.  Pete’s father was another military man…a pilot…and it was in Claresholm where he learned his wings.  There was a mysterious sense of everything as I explored the old hangars through barbed wire fences.  It was a blessing-time…but also melancholic. Being children of military families, perhaps we can only understand. The photographs will say more than words, perhaps.

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Opening Doors

New, this morning, is a Global Collaboration based on an inspiration I received the other day from my blogging friend, John Clinock at the Art Rat Cafe.  I am inviting all of my readers to send along a photograph of one of the memorable/quirky/special/most amazing doors in their lives.  Include a location, a photo credit and a brief account of what that door means to you.

John tells me that there are DOOR BLOGS.  I’d love to hear from a blogger of doors, as this is just a spark and I’m really profoundly curious about the doors that people have opened, both metaphorically and physically.

To see what I’m talking about, please peruse the beginnings HERE and thank you for participating.  Share this with your friends!  Painter Lady

Paris: Blue Door Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors

Paris: Blue Door
Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors