This has been a cool week.
I feel like I've made a new friend, gotten to see some old ones and
have experienced once again the incomparable blessing and renewal that family brings.
This sculpture is one of my favorites. These 40 foot tall people dance on the lawn of the Calgary Board of Education Office, and I used to go out of my way for them each morning enroute to work. Calgary, in particular, holds so many strong memories for me. And while it's a joy to visit (and now Edmonton too), is it absolutely not my home!
Being the delicate flower that I am,
the lack of moisture in the air causes me to be insatiably thirsty, and even my skin goes from being healthy to parched in a matter of days. With all due respect (to you lovely Albertans perhaps reading this), one of my most poignant memories of my time living in these parts was an afternoon driving out to WaterValley with my good friend, Kris. We were towing her two snowmobiles behind her truck. It was sunset and golden and I was thinking outloud to her about applying to Alberta College of Art and Design, for the fall term. She asked what I'd study, to which I replied, maybe Photography. Her response was so strong, I will always remember it. She began laughing. At first just a little and then it turned into a belly laugh and soon I was laughing too, without even really knowing why. I asked her what was so funny? I had travelled a little and knew a bit about aperature. I even had a few shots I was kind of proud of. She said so sincerely to me next, that while she and our friends loved me a great deal, I needed to go Home. And I knew she was right. And I did.
It's funny what memories a trip will conjure.
So after some lovely days with Matthew and Krista it's back to Calgary tomorrow and then home from there.
