Saturday, July 14, 2007


When I saw the possibilities of this picture (taken two years ago) inside the Macmillan Conservatory at Queen Elizabeth Park the middle of a Vancouver winter I was magically transported to Mexico. The lack of colour (the ochres, reds and browns of Mexico) made the scene Mexican but sombre. Rebecca looked sad and I did nothing to change her mind. I was particularly attracted to the overall monochrome cool blue green of the photograph.

Last week when we were helping our eldest daughter Ale settle in her new house in Lillooet I practiced what my mother taught me. She told me that a house was never a home until you put pictures on the wall. I unpacked Ale's framed photos and immediately hung the above picture of Rebecca in Ale's bedroom. The nail was on the wall, already. With the picture up, the three of us saw it. We didn't have to communicate verbally that the picture belonged there and that the house was becoming a home.