For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #24, silhouettes…..
Lake Matinenda in Ontario, taken from a small canoe.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #24, silhouettes…..
Lake Matinenda in Ontario, taken from a small canoe.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #22, color and position. I was alone at the cabin for the last 5 days and made this breakfast one day. I love the oilcloth…..
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #21, positioning. Everyday things.
Really I am cheating because nothing at the lake seems mundane and it all seems gorgeous…. or is that just my perception?
I went to family land held in trust, originally bought by my maternal grandparents Katherine White Burling and F. Temple Burling in the 1930s. I stayed in the 1930s cabin. No electricity, propane stove and refrigerator, my cell phone got one bar sometimes on the front rocks but would cut off and I have to go by boat. No road.
Heaven.
any day now
I will be going going to the lake to the rocks to the place I went to when I was five months and in the womb too
any day now
no electricity and the cell phones don’t work we filter the lake water now as the coliform count rises but still the water I taste it and memories rise like fish like turtles like lake trout from the depths my sister wants her ashes there but no worries there are bits of all our skin my uncles ashes were scattered there last time I went I burned a little of my hair my father’s hair my daughter’s hair my son’s hair so that our ashes would be there too
any day now
forwarded email as I’ve left the cousin email in protest of the emails about my father’s will circulating behind my back the propane delivery has closed down and we must go out of Blind River for propane the 100 pound tanks have to be carried upright which makes the rental car more of a challenge we used to get 60 pound tanks but they are harder to replace we are all always getting older
any day now
my cell used to work on one cabin porch when it was overcast but that was tmobile and I have another now so probably it won’t work and we are all still broken in the aftermath of my sister I will look in the cabin and donate all the shoes that none of us will every wear hers her daughter’s her husband’s that cabin is a castle a monument of dreams and I have not been there for three years and I hear the roof is going we don’t have enough money or cooperation I thought the Trust we fail at that by the way was 30 years but it is 40 and we are now half way and I am thinking about how to handle it
any day now
because I love this land this lake and I will not give it up oh Beloved help us heal
A to Z and I am a little behind…..
The photo is me and two of my cousins, at Lake Matinenda in Ontario, Canada in the 1960s. I am the one on the left. We were in cabins or tents, drank the lake water, used propane or camping stoves, and had aladdin lamps for light, as well as flashlights. The mysterious padded garment that I am wearing is a life jacket. My sister and I had five cousins on one side and seven on the other, all within reasonable age range that we played together and still stay in contact.
I just went to stay with my mother’s cousin, my Great Uncle. He also went to the lake in his teens and told me stories about my mother, my uncles and my grandparents. It was delightful to see him and hear another set of stories.
Hooray for cousins and hooray for family.
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