Monday, November 02, 2009

A Tour Down the Street




From the first time we strolled through the village of St. Martins,
I fell in love with it..

for it is more than just a  seashore...


1844.. historically known as The Willows


... Older Architectural Beauties abound...
to fill the eyes with the creativity of talented creators from the past...
...we can still share in their visions come to be...


1850... the Rourke House


...still standing proud


1899... General Store since that time


...showing the life that came before


 
home of former train conductor... no train runs here now


... charming


 
1877...originally the Doctor's home and his Drugstore


..unfortunately,  lost to fire, Aug/11




 ... historically, it had been the social center of the village...it was destroyed in the Great Fire of 1900 and rebuilt exactly as before...


...it reads like a story book


 
 ...an old Captain's house


...imagine the stories


 
1890... The Overlook


...many built by shipwrights and Sea Captains



 
1857... after a villa on the French Riviera seen while on honeymoon


there are so many more Beauties.... 



 
Surf Cottage.. built as a wedding gift for a daughter


 that will have to be for another time...



 
1880...Avon Hotel


...an old lovely that has seen better days...


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...excerpt below taken from the Historical Society of St. Martins, New Brunswick...

 " St. Martins was settled in 1783 by a detachment of the King’s Orange Rangers...  Loyalist soldiers from  Orange  and Duchess Counties,  New York.  The detachment had been posted to garrison duty in Nova Scotia at the end of hostilities in the American Revolution of 1776.


 St. Martins was the third largest producer of wooden sailing vessels in New Brunswick.

Between 1803 and 1900,  517 vessels such as  Schooners,   Brigantines,   Sloops,   Yachts, and  Cutters,  were built and launched in over a dozen shipyards along the beaches, coves and rivers in and around St. Martins.    Lumbering was also an important industry locally and a great deal of it was required to construct vessels of the size turned out by local shipyards.


     Contemporary St. Martins is less populous than during its shipbuilding heyday of the 19th century. However, the village has retained much of its 19th century character. The vessels built here sailed all over the world and brought back ideas and architectural designs which the Captains, wealthy shipbuilders and mariners applied to the construction of their own homes. Those who could afford it (and there were many at the time), brought artisans from abroad who painted wall and ceiling murals in their homes and some exist still."


***


Sadly sixty buildings were lost during  "The Great Fire of 1900",   which started in Burchhills's Mill,  a few miles from the village and burned through the woods until reaching the village.. 



Tuesday, October 20, 2009

She




I pause along the shore in October...
by a Sea that has taken its toll.

She lies calm now... pacified by the Heavens.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

All in the Wisp of a Feather



Do you ever want to do something... but hold off from doing it... because you feel you may be interrupted and have to stop, for some unknown reason....then have to put it all away and not have the time to finish it...

... well never mind that...

... Just Do It...




... that is what I finally told myself...

... and I finally listened!



...sometimes we are the ones standing in our own light...





... pen and ink of a crow's feather with watercolor ...

Monday, September 28, 2009

My Muses



Rhythm... in process...

Earthy inspiration...




Undulating...

Patterns in repetition...
Just as in prose and poetry...
It has been said that human beings have a seemingly basic need for such a recurrence...
or for the effect produced by it...






The Muses.... 2 " long... Handmade using Sterling Silver and Copper... with Sterling Earwires... Forged, Wrapped, Fused, Textured...


Update:  as of July 2014,  "The Muses" have Sold Out and are no longer available...
. 

Sunday, April 05, 2009

At Work in the Jewelry Studio



I'll be spending longer hours at the bench these days ... so I'll be away for a while....


Take Care .... and Cheerio!
.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Good Work, Max!



My youngest son, Max .... 15 ... Grade 10...




Practicing guitar... he especially likes the beginning of a particular ACDC song...



Beachcombing at Quaco Beach... not another soul in sight.....as often is the case




Spending time with the dogs, after bringing Gabi, the blonde one, to live with us... this was introduction day..



Tearing off across seaweed covered sandstone chasing the dogs near Anvil Rock at low tide... just a bike ride down the road...



Why do kids always make faces when we want to take their pictures....



Beginning the cedar shingling on the front of his camp... it originally was a tumbledown chicken house on the property when we bought it... but we didn't have the heart to tear it down.. we moved it up to the far side of the garden and it's transformation began taking place there...



Making progress... eventually this job was finished and Max and his friends camped out there and generally did things boys like to do when they have a getaway...



Seventeen minutes past a spider...



Making jewelry in the studio... for a couple summers when Max was 11 and 12 he tended his own booth and sold his own jewelry at the St. Martins harbor.... any that he sold of ours he could keep a percentage...




...we wanted him to learn responsibility, the effort required to earn a living and how to deal with the public... to learn entrepreneurship...



The hockey gear robot man... I don't know how anyone can skate with all that stuff on..



Playing hockey at the rink ... one of his most favourite things... he's #11




His latest surprise ... made me so pleased...

Max was presented with this Award of Excellence by the Principal of his school... Not bad for his first year back in the school system after being unschooled for 4-5 years (well actually, he mainly taught himself, we just encouraged him)... ... I was thrilled for him...

You did it, Max!!! .... Keep it up!

...to Max's Blog...

Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Book and the Mug



Read any good books lately? or possibly written... made... or altered any good books lately?

.....Such a tantalizing object... a Book...... so many emotions can be coaxed out of us ... from a book... and so many emotions can be placed into a book... by us...




John and I have wanted to make a little book for a while now...  especially after chatting with faithful customers and receiving requests at Craft Fairs for a pair of earrings with a Book and a Mug combination......






... well, finally after much thought... Sterling wire twisted and looped... textured copper... drawing many tiny pictures... cutting metal... shaping ... hammering... applying heat... then doing this from scratch, time and time again ... it took some figuring to simplify the design and finally get to the finish line... but at long last, we have a pair we really like...






The "Book and Mug" is now one of the new designs in our Whimsical Collection......





Lately we have been working in the studio many long hours... so I'm going to sit here a bit with a steaming mug of hot coffee and a good book... oh, make that a few good books...




... more of our whimsical DESIDERATUM Art Jewelry is pictured here...


.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Spring



Dawn broke...




Rose and blue...



We awoke...




They did too...




The Ravens....
they waited... as did we...




They called....
and cried... with outright glee....




The air was peach... They knew the day.......

"A Celebration's called for"... I heard them say...





"We'll dance with the starfish...  A song we'll Sing ....

We've waited all winter.... for the first day of SPRING !!!!!!!! "




photos taken by Gwen Buchanan, from the top of the bluff at our home in St. Martins, New Brunswick, looking to the east and out over the Bay of Fundy.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

It Felt Wonderful



In my other life I kept a few sheep and goats and with them came an abundance of fleece...Oh I loved that fleece... I use to spin All the time... or at least I tried to... I dyed the fleece too, using all manner of things natural... sumac, onions skins, tree bark, golden rod, tea.... whatever I could find enough of...
but I must admit I wasn't always a purest ... I had been known to use a lovely prepared dye that came from Australia, I can't think of the name of it right now but the colors were very subtle and muted....... I even used Kool-Aid a few times..... smelled good...

Sometimes I would spin the fleece into skeins first before dying... and then sometimes I would just dye the fleece first and blend the colors when I carded the wool to get a particular shade...





On this occasion, as I had quite a lot of fleece, dyed in various colors, on hand, it was a perfect time to use some of it to make a felted vest...



front lapel


....I thought a mohair fringed collar might be kind of fun... I felted only an inch or two of the long angora goat hair into the entire neck-edge of the vest so the locks hung freely... I liked that the locks kept their form... and moved when you walked and when the wind blew.... and that it was so soft... I wanted to bury my face in it...



back of neck


The strange thing was........ that whenever I wore it.... I felt like King Henry the Eighth... Don't know why.....

I never feasted on giant drumsticks and I never had 6 wives.......


...although when I looked around the house at the chores that needed done.... an extra wife/husband or two wouldn't have hurt!