A few summers ago, I took a pottery workshop with Richard Gill in his studio in the village of Burnstown, a forty-five minute drive from Ottawa.
During the workshop, I made this wall plaque of Peggy's Cove - based on a photo I had taken on a visit to Nova Scotia.
Over the years, I have bought several of Richard's pottery pieces. I particularly like his book ends... With so many books around, I find them useful and attractive.
Recently, going through some of my mother's old magazines before throwing them out, I was surprised to come across this old article on Richard Gill in a 1982 edition of Canadian Geography!
(He looked a little younger then!)
Interestingly, his pottery style hasn't really changed...
I'll have to put this copy aside to give to Richard next time I visit his Burnstown studio - perhaps next week some time when his latest pottery creations will be on display, starting this coming Saturday.
A while back, I came across some interesting thoughts on prayer in Barbara Brown Taylor's book, An Altar in the World.
She mentions how personal each person's experience of prayer is: ... divine response to prayer is one of those beauties that remain in the eye of the beholder. What sounds like an answer to one person sounds like silence to another... The meaning we give to what happens in our lives is our final, inviolable freedom. Only you can say whether God answered you... Are you still waiting for God to answer you, or is your life the answer you have been seeking, hiding in plain view?
One of Terry's favorite places to visit in Montreal is the open plaza in the Quartier des Spectacles, a pedestrian walkway during the summer.
We sat watching children play in the erupting fountains...
Students from the nearby university were doing their "Frosh Week" antics...
Eventually we wandered into the nearby Place Desjardins shopping center... where almost a dozen years ago, I accompanied one of my sons to a job interview... We took the bus together to Montreal as he didn't know the city. Every time I come here, I think of that day...
We enjoyed watching performances by dancers from India...
There seemed to be lots going on... wherever we went!
A few weeks ago Terry and I drove to Montreal to visit the Pompeii Exhibit - that was due to end Labor Day weekend.
It was impressive but sad at the same time. The city had been prosperous, as this lovely jewelry shows.
In the middle of everyday life, the end came. On display were petrified round loaves of bread that were found in the ruins.
Archaeologists estimate that about two thousand residents (out of a total population of twenty thousand) were trapped in the falling ash and died. These petrified ashen rocks retain the mold of the people who died in them. (If plaster is poured into the mold, an exact replica of what the person looked like at the moment of death is made.)
This child seems to have tripped and fallen.
Apparently the volcano was active from time to time, so residents were complacent when the volcano erupted.
Disaster struck on the second day, when hot ash covered the city...
Sculptures and art work found in the ruins are very impressive.
Impressive also is the fact that only two-thirds of the ruined site has so far been excavated. One third remains for future generations to uncover - and discover more of what was once the bustling city of Pompeii, Italy.