In Canada, those sights include the first time you can see your breath, or when hoarfrost turns a skeletal tree into an icy feather duster. In Afrika it was the glowing embers shining like gems after a field fire, or just smoke. There is always a lot of thick, black smoke in Afrika.
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| St. Lawrence Ice Floe by Deline Lottering |
While in Quebec City last winter, I remember seeing ice floes on the St. Lawrence Seaway. I remember staring at them because it was neither liquid nor solid. Standing there, the river seemed to me like a road built out of clouds. Like an earthly version of the Milky Way, snaking around the isle of Stadacona.
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| Light House by Julienne Lottering |
In a family of visual artists, one thing we all have in common is the desperation of trying to capture those ephemeral images that somehow seem to straddle different worlds. I can already see the next series of paintings I will make. Here's a sample pic:
