Catchlight Canada: Blog https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog en-us (C) Catchlight Canada paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) Tue, 25 May 2021 00:43:00 GMT Tue, 25 May 2021 00:43:00 GMT https://www.paulabanks.ca/img/s/v-12/u342178623-o145322029-50.jpg Catchlight Canada: Blog https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog 120 120 stripes sits in the sunshine https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/stripes-sits-in-the-sunshine

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/stripes-sits-in-the-sunshine Wed, 16 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
One of these things is not like the other ones https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other-ones

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other-ones Mon, 14 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Funny faces https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/funny-faces

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/funny-faces Fri, 11 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
A few recent paintings https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/a-few-recent-paintings Some of these are quite small studies, acrylic or gouache on 4x6 inch watercolour postcards.

A lady in one of the art groups to which I belong has a father living in Kissimmee, Florida. He is quite elderly and lives alone. He used to be an artist but can no longer see well enough to paint. She asked if people would be willing to send him cards with their art on them. For the price of a stamp every few weeks, it's more than worth doing.

 

Something to live for, oil on canvas, 9x12Something to live for, oil on canvas, 9x12 Maine sunset, acrylic on paper, 4x6Maine sunset, acrylic on paper, 4x6 Lone pine, oil on panel, 10x10Lone pine, oil on panel, 10x10 Before the storm, acrylic on paper, 4x6Before the storm, acrylic on paper, 4x6 Before the storm, oil on canvas, 9x12Before the storm, oil on canvas, 9x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/a-few-recent-paintings Wed, 09 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Naiads https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/naiads

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/naiads Mon, 07 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
pretty girls https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/pretty-girls

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/pretty-girls Fri, 04 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
murder geese https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/murder-geese  

so serene, yet so bad-tempered.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/6/murder-geese Wed, 02 Jun 2021 14:00:00 GMT
picking up the torch https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/picking-up-the-torch Taking up the spot where her sister always stood.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/picking-up-the-torch Mon, 31 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
shutter release... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/shutter-release ...also releases dogs from sit, apparently!

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/shutter-release Fri, 28 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Happy Place... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/happy-place ...is the lake, no matter how cold or rough it may be.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/happy-place Wed, 26 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Superior shore https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/superior-shore acrylic, 9x12

 

Superior shore, acrylic on canvas, 9x12Superior shore, acrylic on canvas, 9x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/superior-shore Mon, 24 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Daffodils and Daffy Dogs https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/daffodils-and-daffy-dogs You may notice in the photos of Arwen that I spontaneously decided to paint one bedroom wall in a gradated blue, so I have my very own "ocean'' to look at.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/daffodils-and-daffy-dogs Fri, 21 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Atlantic shore https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/atlantic-shore Acrylic on cradled birch panel, 16x20

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/atlantic-shore Wed, 19 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Vintage https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/vintage

On June 2, 1998, I wore this dress on my first date with the man who would become my husband.

Two weeks shy of twenty-three years later, I put it on again.

 

It happened like this. I booked a vaccine appointment and called Tim (he’s away looking after his parents) to alert him that he could book one as well. He managed to snag one for the same time and place as me. Jokingly, he said ‘would you like to go on a date?’.

 

Jokingly because It’s been a long time since we dated. Of course, in the early, heady days of our courtship, we walked the walk and talked the talk, but two decades later, we’re so familiar and comfortable together that dating now equates with going to the landfill site (together!) to mark an anniversary. True fact: our wedding anniversary often coincided with the large item day at the local dump, and so the tradition was born of the dump date. It’s a perhaps ironic homage to the concept, but also a testament to the lesson we’ve learned that spending time together is what’s important, no matter what it is you’re doing.

 

When Tim asked me out on our corona-vaccine date, he said ‘are you going to wear the dress you wore on our first date?’ to which I replied: ‘I still have it.’. Beyond the silliness of the banter, I am touched by his remembering the dress, and by my own reluctance to part with it for all these years.

 

I’ve covered a lot of miles, literally and figuratively, since I first put on that dress. The world is a different place, whether for better or for worse – history will decide that. September 11th happened over 20 years ago. The Boston Marathon bombings were 8 years ago. And we’ve endured a year and a half of a global pandemic. In 1998, Katrina was just a pretty name for a girl and Fake News was not a thing. My father, who walked me down the aisle at our wedding in 2002, has been gone now for 15 years.  My niece and nephew, who were not even born in 1998, are now grown up or just about. It’s been 9 years since I last taught a class, and I’ve loved 5 dogs and three cats – and lost five of them – since the day I donned that pretty little dress.

 

Obviously, the skin I’m in is different now; I’m a lot more careworn and even more rumpled; I can’t remember the last time I wore makeup, and I haven’t been in a hair salon in three or four years. I sleep in my clothes because it’s just become easier to get up in the night to attend to the needs of a geriatric animal or a puppy. One of the joys of getting older is letting go of all of the esoterica and learning to accept your unvarnished self. I’ve accumulated a fair amount of fractures and scars over the last few decades, and I would not relinquish them. I’ve changed courses, moved houses, made friends and lost friends, shed tears of grief and of laughter, tried and failed (often) or (sometimes) succeeded, fallen and got back up, published a book, taken hundreds of thousands of photographs, run a couple of dozen marathons, returned to art, and travelled from the Atlantic to the Pacific. I’ve learned a few lessons and accrued plenty of memories, some good, some bad.

 

Call them aphorisms if you will, but if I could go back and talk to that girl who was me 23 years ago, I would tell her that it’s not going to turn out like she planned – and this is perfectly ok. Priorities change and circumstances intervene and open up new paths and adventures. Even the bumps in the road are valuable, because they force us to re-examine, adapt and grow. Everything we do becomes a part of the fabric of who we are. We are the sum of our experiences.

 

Finally, perhaps the most important part of all : make a conscious effort to take it all in, because it all goes by so incredibly quickly.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/vintage Tue, 18 May 2021 19:31:20 GMT
a collection of pretty faces https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/a-collection-of-pretty-faces

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/a-collection-of-pretty-faces Mon, 17 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
the ball sank https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-ball-sank

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-ball-sank Fri, 14 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
the number one tip for canine portraiture https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-number-one-tip-for-canine-portraiture

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-number-one-tip-for-canine-portraiture Wed, 12 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Cautious is not in this dog's vocabulary https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/cautious-is-not-in-this-dogs-vocabulary

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/cautious-is-not-in-this-dogs-vocabulary Mon, 10 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
The Thin Place https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-thin-place A new painting, oil on canvas, 16x20

 

The Thin Place, oil on canvas, 16x20The Thin Place, oil on canvas, 16x20

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/the-thin-place Fri, 07 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Grouse https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/grouse Yesterday afternoon, I was working at the computer, in a room that looks out onto our enclosed porch. I heard a loud crash and went out to investigate; it sounded like something large had fallen over. The dogs came out with me of course, and all hell broke loose, because a grouse had smashed right through the glass of one of the porch windows and was desperate to get back out. There was glass all over the floor, and a hole a good foot in diameter in one of the windows. The grouse settled in a far corner while I cleaned up the glass. I opened the French doors in hopes it would see a way out, but saying a grouse has a pea-sized brain would be generous. I could not leave the door wide open indefinitely because other critters would come in, so I pressed the issue and steered it with a broom. It went berserk and flew the length of the porch - straight into the windows at the other end. It landed on the floor with a horrible thud. After managing to survive crashing *through* a window, sadly this second collision did it in...its neck looked broken. So I swept it out onto the porch steps and left it there on the faint hope that maybe it might resurrect, but it was not to be. Rest in peace, grouse.
 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/grouse Wed, 05 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Smiles https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/smiles

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/5/smiles Mon, 03 May 2021 14:00:00 GMT
A much improved swimmer https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/a-much-improved-swimmer Compared to last year.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/a-much-improved-swimmer Fri, 30 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
first blooms of spring https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/first-blooms-of-spring Snowdrops and scilla

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/first-blooms-of-spring Wed, 28 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Take three https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/take-three

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/take-three Mon, 26 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
playing dressup https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/playing-dressup A little girl must have lost her hairband at the park, and somebody thoughtfully hung it on the fence. We borrowed it for a few minutes for an impromptu dressup session. Nutmeg looked askance at first, but Arwen showed her the ropes.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/playing-dressup Fri, 23 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
three guesses https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/three-guesses ...as to whose chewed-up ball sank to the bottom of the lake.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/three-guesses Wed, 21 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
shake it up https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/shake-it-up Arwen's expressions never cease to fascinate me.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/shake-it-up Mon, 19 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
A tongue that would make Gene Simmons blush https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/a-tongue-that-would-make-gene-simmons-blush

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/a-tongue-that-would-make-gene-simmons-blush Fri, 16 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
April 7, 2021 https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/april-7-2021 Back in the paddle again...

7 days ago, the lake was still covered in ice.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/april-7-2021 Wed, 14 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
my mannequins https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/my-mannequins

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/my-mannequins Mon, 12 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
sentinel https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/sentinel

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/sentinel Fri, 09 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
different angles, smiley faces https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/different-angles-smiley-faces

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/different-angles-smiley-faces Wed, 07 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
black and white and contrejour https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/black-and-white-and-contrejour

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/black-and-white-and-contrejour Mon, 05 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
The bend in the road https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/the-bend-in-the-road Oil on canvas, 16'' x 20''

 

A Bend in the Road, Oil on canvas, 16x20A Bend in the Road, Oil on canvas, 16x20

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/4/the-bend-in-the-road Fri, 02 Apr 2021 14:00:00 GMT
we be posin' https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/we-be-posin

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/we-be-posin Wed, 31 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
What the dog saw https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/what-the-dog-saw

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/what-the-dog-saw Mon, 29 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Lake Louise https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/lake-louise Oil on birch panel, 10'' x 20''

 

Lake Louise, oil on birch board, 10x20Lake Louise, oil on birch board, 10x20

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/lake-louise Fri, 26 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Bedmaking https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/bedmaking

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/bedmaking Wed, 24 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Where'd my ball go? https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/whered-my-ball-go

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/whered-my-ball-go Mon, 22 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
A trip to the park https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/a-trip-to-the-park Nutmeg is always the first out of the gate. Or in this case, into the gate:

 

 

Arwen always circles back to make sure mama's coming.

Meanwhile, Nutmeg runs around like a possessed chimpanzee.

 

 

And then it's Throw. Fetch. Throw. Fetch. Throw. Fetch. Againandagainandagain.

 

They never get tired.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/a-trip-to-the-park Fri, 19 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
How happy is this dog? https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/how-happy-is-this-dog Nutmeg's tail at a shutter speed of 1/50 of a second

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/how-happy-is-this-dog Wed, 17 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
Finlay https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/finlay  

Oil on canvas, 8x10

 

Finlay, oul on canvas, 8x10Finlay, oul on canvas, 8x10

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/finlay Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:00:00 GMT
2 new paintings, very different themes https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/2-new-paintings-very-different-themes  

squall, acrylic on canvas board, 9,x12

snowsquall- acrylic on canvas panel, 9x12snowsquall- acrylic on canvas panel, 9x12

Lighthouse sunset, oil on canvas panel, 9x12 lighthouse sketch, oil on canvas panel, 9x12lighthouse sketch, oil on canvas panel, 9x12

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/2-new-paintings-very-different-themes Fri, 12 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Maggie https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/maggie Charcoal on paper, 9x12

 

Maggie, charcoal on paper, 9x12Maggie, charcoal on paper, 9x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/maggie Wed, 10 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Boudoir https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/boudoir

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/boudoir Mon, 08 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
frosty antics https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/frosty-antics

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/frosty-antics Fri, 05 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Shutter...release https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/shutter-release

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/shutter-release Wed, 03 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
snowyface https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/snowyface

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/3/snowyface Mon, 01 Mar 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Mentorship https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/mentorship

 

When you lose a dog, it doesn't just affect you. It has a profound effect on the other dog(s) in the household. There have been many ways, subtle and not so subtle, in which the dynamic has changed between Arwen and Nutmeg, now that Soleil is gone. I didn't realize until the aftermath that Soleil was the de facto leader. These dogs are all so gentle and good natured that trying to identify an alpha is intrinsically difficult. As I have said before, one of the compelling reasons to take on a third dog was to dilute or attenuate the very strong imprint Arwen had made on Soleil, because we knew that Soleil would not be around forever, and her loss would be catastrophic for Arwen.

Nutmeg certainly stepped up to the plate, and she and Arwen have a great friendship, albeit very different from the bond shared by Soleil and Arwen. They play and roughhouse daily, and they choose to be together when they are sleeping.

I've noticed as well that Arwen seems to have taken on the role of mentor or supervisor. Nutmeg is a mischievous dog, and I know when she is up to something because Arwen has a very overt way of coming and ''tattling'' on her. When it's something really bad, she doesn't tattle...she decamps.

I've also noticed that when we're at the park, as the snow has deepened, Arwen has begun showing a preference for not fetching her ball, but rather for simply trotting around, carrying it. This concerned me; in December, Nutmeg had cannoned into her and split her lip when they both went for a ball at the same time. I worried she might be fearful because of that. Also, Arwen will soon be eight, and maybe she was slowing down? Yet she was still happy to buzz around while carrying her ball. I was puzzled at the change in behaviour.

Over the last couple of weeks it finally dawned on me that something very particular was going on. While Nutmeg is getting better at fetching, she frequently outruns the ball I throw for her, and she's just so damn happy about running at full tilt that she loses her concentration. The snow is deep, and the ball disappears easily, not to be found until spring.

Observing Arwen, I discovered that she has appointed herself to the role of spotter, and if Nutmeg misses the ball, Arwen will very deliberately go to where she watched it drop, and paw at the snow to show Nutmeg, who has picked up on this cue and now uses Arwen as a beacon to find her lost ball. Arwen makes no effort to steal or keep the ball; she steps aside and lets Nutmeg do the rooting around and the finding and the fetching. Then she canters back behind Nutmeg so that we can do another round. She's like a self-appointed big sister.

I know there are many people out there who scoff at the idea that animals are capable of reason or compassion, but the dogs I've had in my life continue to teach me otherwise.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/mentorship Mon, 01 Mar 2021 00:00:57 GMT
Carbuncle https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/carbuncle

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/carbuncle Fri, 26 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
accretion https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/accretion

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/accretion Wed, 24 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
a ball in mouth is worth 2 in the snow https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/a-ball-in-mouth-is-worth-2-in-the-snow or something like that

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/a-ball-in-mouth-is-worth-2-in-the-snow Mon, 22 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
indoors on the coldest day https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/indoors-on-the-coldest-day

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/indoors-on-the-coldest-day Fri, 19 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
some new paintings https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/some-new-paintings winter sunset, oil on canvas board 11x14winter sunset, oil on canvas board 11x14 Misty pines, oil on canvas board 9x12Misty pines, oil on canvas board 9x12 on the wing, oil on canvas 6x6on the wing, oil on canvas 6x6

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/some-new-paintings Wed, 17 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
snowplowing https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/snowplowing

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/snowplowing Mon, 15 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Happy Valentine's day https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/happy-valentines-day

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/happy-valentines-day Sun, 14 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
Valentine https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/valentine  

One year ago this weekend, February 15, 2020, we brought Nutmeg home. I don't want to call it a ''gotcha'' day because she doesn't feel like a rescue. She feels like she was meant to be, and that she's belonged with us since forever.

She was just a year old at the time and she had been taken in by an angel who had the true selflessness to want what was best for the dog, and who handed her care over to us with trust and tears. Lila, you will always and forever be her mama too.

Just a short week or two after we brought Nutmeg home, a pandemic was declared, and we may never have had the possibility to bring her home. She has become a true member of the family, and she is stepping up as a sister and a best friend since we lost Soleil.

She is a mischievous, busy, funny, sweet character. If I had one word to describe her, it would be ''exuberant''. So even though I don't mark this as an anniversary per se, it's a moment to reflect with gratitude for special dogs and special people.

She'll always be our Valentine dog, in so many ways.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/2/snowy-morning Wed, 03 Feb 2021 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/snowy-early-morning Wed, 27 Jan 2021 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/the-meerkat-lives-on Mon, 25 Jan 2021 15:00:00 GMT
first aid https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/first-aid Nutmeg tore off an entire toenail early last week, playing at full-tilt in crusty/icy snow. Didn't break stride, didn't limp, just kept right on going. It was only the blood on the snow that cued me into what she'd done. And every day, three times a day, she'd open up the wound and keep right on playing. It took 5 days for the bleeding to completely stop.

We've beaten a single-file trail down to the play area in the park, and the other day I let Arwen go first, and she stopped on the trail to sniff something. Nutmeg by this time was bearing down on her like a freight train, and I winced, anticipating the impact. Nope. Nutmeg just hurdled right over her, with air to spare.

 

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/the-many-faces-of-arwen Fri, 15 Jan 2021 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/pretty-ladies Wed, 06 Jan 2021 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2021/1/follow-the-bouncing-ball Mon, 04 Jan 2021 15:00:00 GMT
bye-bye 2020 https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/bye-bye-2020 I'm writing this in the waning hours of 2020, a year that I think all of us agree we're happy to see out.

There has been so much negative in this past 12 months, capped off (personally) by losing Soleil suddenly and horribly just one month ago. We had a subdued Christmas, and tears were shed; I honestly think I'd been reining back the grief in order to concentrate on work, and when I stopped to breathe on Christmas day, it came roaring to the surface. 

We did not lose any family members to the virus, however we did lose some dear friends, and many others were collateral damage - while they did not die of Covid, other illnesses took their life or severely threatened or degraded it, simply because of the lack of access to care. 

Work has become a source of stress for me; Christmas day was the first day that I did not work, weekends included, since March, I think. When you're self-employed, it can be feast or famine, and it's really hard to set boundaries or say no, for fear of losing a client. So you just buckle down and soldier through it. The trouble is, that can become a self-perpetuating cycle, because if you do meet ridiculous standards, then customers come to take them for granted. Round, round we go...

In taking stock of the year from hell, there are however some bright points, personally. Still on the topic of work, it's been a lucrative year, and I've finally managed to catch up on my taxes and even begin setting money aside for plans in view of a possible move. Even though the Boston Marathon was postponed and then cancelled, I ran four and a half thousand kilometres this year, and that helped to keep me sane. Again, indirectly thanks to covid, which brought far more people (and traffic) than usual to our area, I finally ventured off the asphalt and onto the side roads, and it has been a wonderful year for savouring the calm and quiet of the forest and the lakes. Because I was not training, I ran entirely for the sake and the joy of running, of being outside, and of escaping from work for ''me time''. 

Tim got sent home from work in mid-March, and he has been here basically full-time since then. Again, something to thank covid for. Prior to this year, I'd only see him on the weekends, and I would worry so much about his travels between the city and here every week, all year round. We're truly a little family now, and I don't want to give that up.

Speaking of family, we adopted Nutmeg in February, and she has been a crackle of energy and mischief, full of love and fun. She bonded wonderfully with both dogs, and she is firmly established as Arwen's sidekick and best friend. I cannot thank Lila enough for entrusting her to us. 

I have also managed to be quite faithful to my promise to myself to stop work, no matter how busy or backlogged I am, at 19:00, and spend the rest of the evening making art. I received several commissions by word of mouth; I also donated work to four different auctions, and my pieces all attracted multiple bids and sold for good prices. I'm much more confident and bold as an artist than I was a year ago. I am still writing as well. In 2021 I intend to publish a volume of poems married with drawings or paintings. The poems are ready; I just have to decide which way to go with the art, and that's an exciting way to begin the new year.

Finally, having summed up the personal perspective on 2020, I'd like to speak to a more collective positive takeaway that we could all celebrate. If nothing else, 2020 had taught us to practice gratitude, and to not take things so much for granted. We've found creative ways to reach out and care for one another: even if it can't be in person, it's still meaningful, and it's what makes us all human. 

Onward.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/bye-bye-2020 Thu, 31 Dec 2020 22:56:15 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/it-got-snowy Tue, 29 Dec 2020 15:00:00 GMT
and to all a good night https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/and-to-all-a-good-night Acrylic on gessoboard, 9x12

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/and-to-all-a-good-night Sat, 26 Dec 2020 20:25:05 GMT
Rex https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/rex

(no, we didn't get a new dog)

I haven't posted a whole lot on any platform over the past little while. Between work being so busy I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and picking up the pieces from losing Soleil, it's been all about simply getting through each day. 

Three weeks ago, after we lost Soleil, I felt utterly empty and unmoored. Still do, to be honest. Work, in this respect, has been a necessary, overriding distraction, forcing my mind away from the dark places it seeks to go. There has simply been no time for self-indulgent self-pity.

I did wonder however if I would ever feel the desire to pick up a paintbrush and create.

Enter Deus ex machina, otherwise known as Rex.

Rex was half-finished on my easel when we lost Soleil. He had been commissioned by a friend of a friend, as a gift to her friend who had just lost this lovely German Shepherd. In the wake of Soleil's passing, I found myself compelled to finish this painting because of a deep compassion I felt for a stranger who had suffered the same sort of loss. Rex - the painting - is now in Vancouver and will soon be with the woman who loved him in his physical form. 

And thanks to Rex, I got back on the horse, so to speak, and I am carving out time to paint every evening, no matter how busy I am.

To anybody who is reading this and thinking just get over it already, I offer no apology. A heart, given to a dog, grows larger by virtue of scar tissue.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/rex Thu, 17 Dec 2020 20:18:27 GMT
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Arwen in her happy place https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/arwen-in-her-happy-place  

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/arwen-in-her-happy-place Wed, 09 Dec 2020 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/12/rosseau-doggos Mon, 07 Dec 2020 15:00:00 GMT
4173 days https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/4173-days 4173 days

Note: this essay is not meant for an audience wider than myself and those friends and family who either knew Soleil, or those who have traversed this sort of sorrow and who understand all too well the deep, heavy grief that accompanies the loss of a beloved animal companion. This is primarily a vessel for me to consign thoughts and snippets of memories while they are still vivid and strong. I have a tendency to lock away the most painful memories…they do remain, but under a sort of psychic lock and key, greyed out by my brain as it does its utmost to protect me from myself. I know that with the passage of time, I will become able to smile at all of the wonderful memories and moments, but for now, in the rawness of the immediate aftermath, everything about Soleil is infused with grief and pain.

 

First, here is a very brief synopsis of what happened, to give context and to fill in the blanks for those who were shocked at the news. Because it was shocking. The entire horrible scene played out in four hours, three of which were the actual drive to the vet and back. We live in a remote area, and as is the wont of crises, things happened in the evening, when our regular vet was closed, and the nearest emergency hospital was 130km to the south. At six pm, life was fine. At 10pm, we came back through our front door having exchanged 60 pounds of dog for a crippling sack of sorrow.

 

It was horrific. and I don't know what I would have done if I had been on my own, if Tim hadn't been home. As it happens, he had planned to go grocery shopping in Huntsville Thursday evening, and then I told him of my plans to go Friday and he decided just to wait and come along with me.

 

Soleil came and sat beside me around 18:00, and I petted her head a bit then she lay down on the floor at my feet. Nothing unusual there. She'd eaten her dinner fine just an hour before. Half an hour or so later, I gave each of the dogs a biscuit and Soleil didn't eat hers. She has never, ever refused food. That alarmed me. Then when she went to get up she was staggering and couldn't get her feet under her. She lay back down and I lay on the floor with her and told Tim to call the emergency clinic down in Barrie. Her breathing was laboured. Tim picked her up and carried her out to the car, and I lay in the back with her all the way down. She tried to get up a couple of times but could do no better than a sitting position. The last time she lay back down she folded her front legs under her like a horse or a foal does...a dog never lies like that. The vets brought her in on a stretcher, and because of f***ing covid of course we could not go in with her, and we had to wait for the vet to call us. He came out to speak with us about 20 minutes later and told us that she had a mass around her spleen and it was bleeding. Suspected Hemangiosarcoma. There was nothing we could do except say goodbye. The emergency clinic had a special room that we were allowed into, so we could be with her. They had put her on a gurney on a lovely soft green towel, with a knitted blanket over her. Her IV bandage had little hearts on it. She was already somewhat sedated when they brought her in, and it was over in a matter of seconds. I stood by her head and told her what a good, brave girl she was, and I told her thank you.

 

Tim had to drive us home 150km in the rain, with me wailing and sobbing and hyperventilating in the passenger seat. I am horrified that this may have been in her for a while and that she's been in pain and I let that happen. I am absolutely wrecked by this.

 

I can't focus on anything else, and I am surprised I managed to write all of this without bawling.

 

Soleil was 11 and a half years old. Dogs don’t live forever. I get that. But that doesn’t prevent us from wanting or hoping – or expecting, vainly – that they will outlive those odds. No matter how long they live, it’s never enough.

 

 

Soleil came to us at 8 weeks old, and for the majority of her life, I have been home with her every day. For the first four years, she shared her life with Mira, aka the Brown Dog, and after that, with Arwen, her own niece. In early 2020, we brought Nutmeg into the mix, because Arwen was so imprinted and bonded to Soleil that she shrieked and cried any time we put any distance between the two of them. We reckoned that Soleil was getting on in age and that Arwen would be devastated when ‘’the time’’ came. We just didn’t count on ‘’the time’’ being so soon. Perhaps the higher powers steered us presciently on this decision. I always scan the dog adoption posts on social media, and generally I content myself in reading the comments and seeing the numerous offers of good homes, absolving myself of any need to act. I had never considered throwing my hat into the ring, but something about Nutmeg’s photo drew me in. And even as I made contact as a potential adopter, I didn’t expect to be chosen. And even when I was chosen, I didn’t know if all three dogs would get along. But they did, and Nutmeg made three, until two days ago.

Many people reading this will be aware that I took a photo of Soleil each and every day that she was with us, from June 25, 2009 to November 26, 2020. That’s 4173 days without a single miss. I know her so well, from every angle, every expression, every mood, every season, every stage of life. I can see her clearly at all of those stages, from the puppy I cradled in my arms to the gangly, cheeky adolescent; the lovely, sensitive adult; and most lately the talkative, quirky, sweet senior. 4173 days, with adventures stretching from the Atlantic to the Pacific, from Lake Superior to Florida. That’s a good, long dog life.

 

When Nutmeg joined the pack in February, the dynamic shifted, as did the routine, but it was all good. I couldn’t take all three dogs for walks at once, so I had to do it in shifts. Deciding who would go out alone was akin to that logic puzzle of taking a goat and a cabbage and a wolf across the river in one canoe. Arwen could not be left alone; she would go berserk with upset. So it had to be Arwen plus Soleil or Arwen plus Nutmeg, then the third dog would go on a solo walk. Initially, I would take Nutmeg out first then put her in her ‘’bin’’ (crate) and take Soleil and Arwen out. I slipped and broke my elbow in early May, so then Tim was seconded to help with walks and we took all three out at once. By the time my elbow healed, it was swimming season, and because Arwen and Nutmeg loved swimming and Soleil could take it or leave it, I switched up the combinations and Soleil got the solo walks. Compared to the mad charge of the young ones who couldn’t get to the lake fast enough, this daily ritual was a pleasant, peaceful amble around the village and through the woods, or down to the lake, where I would sit on the rock outcrop as she paddled around shoulder deep and had a drink. I think Soleil enjoyed the one-on-one time and it made her feel special.

 

In May, Soleil developed an eye issue that caused a lot of discharge and a slight closing of one eye. She’d had an ulcer in the fall, in the other eye, and we’d managed to treat and heal it. But this one was not responding to eyedrops, and I delayed longer than I should to take her to the vet because, frankly, when a dog gets to 10 or so you have to think that any and every issue may be the end game, and that the next vet visit may produce a dreaded diagnosis. With the help of a couple of vets, and an ignominious week of 24-7 Elizabethan collar-wearing, we did finally get that eye issue under control and healed. By this time, it was mid-June, and I had the subtle sense that Soleil was slowing down.

 

Of course, this was to be expected. She was less limber and quick going up and down stairs, and she dragged her feet from time to time when she walked. She needed a boost to get up on the bed. I put her on CBD oil to keep the aches and pains of old age at bay. She was still perky and playful and fully participating in whatever mayhem or noise the other two were wreaking, but she was beginning to act like an old dog…or perhaps I was finally admitting to myself that she was just that. I began catering to her: sometimes if she was curled up in the laz-y-boy chair, I would bring her biscuit to her when the other two got a treat in the kitchen. I called this ‘’room service’’. One of her favourite spots to lay down was the landing of the stairs, because from that perch she could see out through the front door and watch the world go by. Again, if it was cookie time in the downstairs kitchen, I’d stretch my arm up through the banister railing and a soft, unseen mouth would take the proffered treat. I noticed that more and more she began settling down in proximity to wherever Tim or I were working or sleeping, so as to keep is in sight and earshot.

 

As summer wore on and became autumn, an insidious voice in my head began to tell me I was losing her. There was no evidence to suggest this: she’d had a bout of vomiting and diarrhea in October, but a course of antibiotics had cleared it up right away, and with Soleil like most Labradors such issues are not uncommon. She was still eating well, bossing the other two around, barking at other dogs and cars on the street, and regularly getting her snake out of the toy box to come trotting into the kitchen with it, wanting to be rewarded with a cookie. Take that, little voice!

I reasoned that this voice was simply me subconsciously bracing for the inevitable: I was being melodramatic and hypersensitive and expecting the worst. I told my little voice to shut up. Defiantly, I bought Soleil a new collar for Christmas, with a northern lights design on it, and a new kong toy with ribbons, because the other two dogs had destroyed hers. So there, little voice!

 

When Soleil staggered and collapsed on Thursday evening, when I asked Tim to call the vet, and as he drove us through the dark and rain and I lay beside her, talking to her softly, the voice was omnipresent. As we waited for news from the vet, I already knew what it would be. Not the details, just the outcome. I felt as if I was looking at myself from a far distance, separated from a scene that I simply could not bear, but had no choice but to let play out. We managed to be brave for her while she needed us, to the very last breath, and then the glassy surreality shattered into a thousand sharp, tiny pieces.

 

Over the last month or so, there has been a mud puddle along the snowmobile trail that Soleil and I follow for part of our walk. More often than not, I would stop at this stupid, ordinary puddle and photograph autumn leaves floating in it, or reflections of the trees. Soleil would sit and wait patiently, and since I took a picture of her every day, and I had the camera at the ready, I would often also photograph her at this spot. It got to the point that even if I was not photographing the puddle, she would stop beside it and want to have her picture and treat.

 

On that last day, the day that began like any other, we went for our morning walk, and she stopped near the (now snow-covered) puddle, and looked up expectantly for a treat. I asked her to sit and backed away so that I could frame in some of the snowy background. Soleil has been taught to wave her paw in a true, distinctive ‘’high five’’. She never really does it on her own, but will do it immediately when asked. On that morning, she lifted her paw of her own volition. Whether it was to prompt me to hurry up already with the treat, or to say goodbye, I will never know.

We are at the stage now, two days later, where tears are primed and ready at the slightest prompt, of which there are so, so many. Just this afternoon, a white blanket over the arm of the laz-y-boy had me thinking it was her head propped on the armrest, as she so often would sleep. I am still getting cookies out of the jar in multiples of three. This morning, on my run, I looked down at my sports watch and riding along on the glass was a single white dog hair. Yesterday evening, Nutmeg, who has never shown any interest in the snake, brought Soleil’s toy upstairs. This afternoon, I asked Tim to put Arwen’s tag on the Northern Lights collar, and we fell crying into each other’s arms. Arwen will carry the mantle of her big sister.

 

 

Soleil will never be far away.

 

Perhaps that persistent little voice was the motivation behind two paintings that I did recently – one that captures her essence, and one that captures her bond with me. And I know that I will use my art to spend time with her many more times in the future.

Paw in hand, oil on panel, 9x12 (SOLD)Paw in hand, oil on panel, 9x12 (SOLD)

 

Yesterday, in a context having nothing to do with Soleil, a friend shared the following Shakespeare sonnet. I had never read it before, but it expressed so perfectly what we are living here right now. Especially the final couplet, which is perhaps the most fitting way to close this. If you have read this far, you either loved Soleil or you love me, and I love you right back.

 

Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/4173-days Sun, 29 Nov 2020 18:26:16 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/puddle-art Fri, 27 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
Soleil 30.04.2009 - 26.11.2020 https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/soleil-30-04-2009---26-11-2020

 

I could write about what a wonderful, special dog she was.

I could write about all the I-wish-we’d-just-had-one-more trip to the ocean, one more Christmas, one more swim in the lake, one more bedtime cuddle, one more paw on the knee.

I could write about the pure, sweet, unfettered love she gave us every day of her life.

But right now, all I can write about is the void that she has left behind.

Thank you, my love, for all that you gave, and for all that you were and always will be.

 

I am a box of

Sorrow and loss

Hollow, dark and dull.

How can a heart be

so emptied out

And yet remain

so full?

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/swimming-season-endures-for-now Wed, 25 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/wrasslin Mon, 23 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/-ruff-life Sat, 21 Nov 2020 03:14:43 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/apprentice-baker Fri, 13 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
A little slice of shoreline https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-little-slice-of-shoreline This is another small study (4x4 inches) of a beach on the southern Atlantic coast.

 

Ocean shore, oil on panel, 4x4Ocean shore, oil on panel, 4x4

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-little-slice-of-shoreline Wed, 11 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
A visit to Crystal Beach https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-visit-to-crystal-beach A few weeks ago, back in October. Crystal Beach is a small town near Fort Erie, just across the lake from Buffalo, New York (that's the skyline you see in one of the photos below). The ''other dog'' in this set is Patches; her sister Penny was convalescing from a very recent spay procedure, and couldn't join in the fray. This was the first time since Christmas that I had ventured any further than the grocery store. It was a refreshing change of scenery, and we had a good time with great friends and hosts in their beautiful house.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-visit-to-crystal-beach Mon, 09 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
Rosseau says farewell https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/rosseau-says-farewell I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/rosseau-says-farewell Sat, 07 Nov 2020 19:20:09 GMT
Old Woman Bay https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/old-woman-bay This is a small 5x7 study in oil of Old Woman Bay on the north shore of Lake Superior.

Two years ago, when life was carefree and we could move about as we wished, we took a trip by car across Canada. Several hundred kilometres of it followed the north shore of Lake Superior: the wild beauty of lake, rock, and forest takes your breath away at every new bend in the road.

 

Old Woman Bay, Superior, oil on panel 5x7Old Woman Bay, Superior, oil on panel 5x7

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/old-woman-bay Fri, 06 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
That paw https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/that-paw Soleil and her paw.

This painting is based on a photo that I took of her while we were standing on the rocks down at the lake shore.

 

Paw in hand, oil on panel, 9x12 (SOLD)Paw in hand, oil on panel, 9x12 (SOLD)

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/that-paw Wed, 04 Nov 2020 15:00:00 GMT
Yesterday https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/yesterday

Yesterday morning, a man went out for a run and didn't come home.

Our village is a small one, and this loss is more than a tragic incident, it's a grief that is carried by the entire community.

He was a husband and a father, 43 years old, and headmaster to a private school that overlooks Rosseau bay. Everybody knew him as a good, kind man.

He was hit by a car near the edge of the village. He was out running with three fellow teachers on Highway 141 when he was hit and killed by an impaired driver. Just like that, his life is gone.

The route that he runs is my usual route, the two kilometres of the highway that necessarily have to be covered in order to get to a safer, quieter sideroad.

The speed limit is 50 until you reach the limits of the village, but on this stretch of straightaway, the 80 sign is visible for a long way out, and pretty much nobody heeds the 50. Whether you're a contractor in a hurry or a cottager in a fancy sports car, it's an invitation to hit the accelerator and go.

In my couple of years of running this road, I've seen just about everything, and when I am running along the shoulder, it's akin to being in a giant game of pinball. You see vehicles coming towards you and you prepare to dodge.

Many drivers are courteous and generously move over as they can. But nearly every week there is a fright or a close call. Just outside the village, the bridge over the Shadow river is under construction, and the one-lane temporary bridge is regulated by a stoplight. So traffic comes towards you in packs, conga-lines of four to eight, and if the first vehicle in the line can see you, likely as not the followers cannot, not until the last minute, so closely are they bunched up on one another's bumpers.

Do you want to know how many drivers I see with a phone glued to their ears, even though that's illegal?

More than a few times, when I've been running against traffic, on the shoulder, I've been suddenly caught in the slipstream of a vehicle travelling in the same direction as me, hell-bent on passing another, slower vehicle because said vehicle is obeying the speed limit and therefore holding them up.

I've had drivers lay on the horn, hard, as they draw even with me, letting me know that I have no right to be on ''their'' road. They treat cyclists with even more venom than they do runners.

I've had vehicles purposely drive through slush or puddles to soak me when conditions are already bad.

Three times in the past six months I've had vehicles veer onto the shoulder at me and I've had to head for the ditch.

If you've ever been speeding through the village; if you've ever tailgated another driver to the point that you can't see the road ahead; if you've ever been distracted by your phone or anything else, You OWN part of the tragedy that occurred yesterday.

And to the agencies and overseers and policers of the roads in and around this village, who have ignored the pleas of residents about speeding and road safety, and punted the issue among themselves, you also own part of this tragedy. It was bound to happen, and now it has, and it has taken one of our own.

Yesterday morning, a man went out for a run and didn't come home.

Remember that.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/yesterday Tue, 03 Nov 2020 17:49:55 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/comfort-zone Fri, 30 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
the road to the lake https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-road-to-the-lake

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-road-to-the-lake Wed, 28 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
shake it up https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/shake-it-up Sorry there are so many - these are a repository of future subjects to paint

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/shake-it-up Mon, 26 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Autumn splendour https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/autumn-splendour

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/autumn-splendour Fri, 23 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
a girl and her dog https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-girl-and-her-dog A friend of mine posted this photograph of her granddaughter, walking her late daughter's dog. The granddaughter's middle name is the first name of the aunt she never met, but who lives on in her.

I loved the sense of gentle connection between the young human and the elderly dog.

 

 

A girl and her dog, oil on birch panel, 12x12A girl and her dog, oil on birch panel, 12x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/11/a-girl-and-her-dog Thu, 22 Oct 2020 18:33:56 GMT
January https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/january

 

January

 

Sitting on the sofa,

Weak, watery January sun

Seeps through the window

behind you, onto the nubbly sweater

covering your fragile bones,

a photo album on your knee.

Pages of memories

released, mind devouring

happier times

before the pain came.

You raise a fistful of Kodachrome

in your gaunt, veined hands,

against the odds you will not

see the snow melt into spring.

 

Do you feel forlorn? Angry? Fulfilled?

The question, not mine to ask,

lies unspoken between us,

floating among the dust motes

of turned pages and sorrow.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/january Wed, 21 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
the lake at peace https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-lake-at-peace The motorboats have been shrink-wrapped or winched up into winter roosts, and the noisy, buzzing water toys have been likewise stored away for another season. The lake sighs with relief, and shows her true beauty. The only noise now is the occasional dip of a paddle.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-lake-at-peace Mon, 19 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Ursa https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/ursa A friend of mine celebrated a milestone birthday today. She loves bears, so for me it was an opportunity to have a go at painting one. This is a 16x20 piece on a cradled birch panel.

 

Ursa, oil on cradled birch panel, 16x20 (SOLD)Ursa, oil on cradled birch panel, 16x20 (SOLD)

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/ursa Fri, 16 Oct 2020 19:16:56 GMT
the sweet little one https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-sweet-little-one

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-sweet-little-one Fri, 16 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
the quirky, snuggly senior citizen https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-quirky-snuggly-senior-citizen

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-quirky-snuggly-senior-citizen Wed, 14 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
arwen swimming https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/arwen-swimming oil on board

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/arwen-swimming Mon, 12 Oct 2020 13:30:55 GMT
the crazy, coppery one https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-crazy-coppery-one

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/the-crazy-coppery-one Fri, 09 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
autumn skies https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/autumn-skies

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/autumn-skies Wed, 07 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
advance party https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/advance-party

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/advance-party Mon, 05 Oct 2020 14:00:00 GMT
to the sea https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/to-the-sea Another oil painting in the style of SJ.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/10/to-the-sea Thu, 01 Oct 2020 18:21:28 GMT
does my nose look big? https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/does-my-nose-look-big

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/does-my-nose-look-big Wed, 30 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/boathouse-buddies Mon, 28 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Here https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/here

 

Here

 

Little sliver of sand

tucked in beside

the crooked boathouses;

waves lapping, rolling, roiling,

as the lake changes her moods.

Sun cresting above the

far forested horizon,

scattering a thousand

diamonds on the blue bay.

Tall, lightning-scarred pine,

bared roots grasping the striped granite

like the talons of a prehistoric beast,

presiding over jumbled stone ledges

dipping, slipping under and away,

into a bowl of indigo.

We stand there, you and me,

breathing the evergreen scent

of peace and clear water.

Wherever I may go from here,

and when our ways do part,

this place will remain ours.

Your shadow, mine, the pine’s,

forever together, secret vestiges etched

in the strata of our beloved shore.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/here Fri, 25 Sep 2020 13:12:14 GMT
On da beach https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/on-da-beach A recent painting of Soleil and Arwen, based on a photo taken a few years ago now, when Soleil was in her prime and Arwen was just a sprite.

It was fun to capture their exuberance, matched only by the energy of the waves.

 

beach buds, oil on board, 9x12beach buds, oil on board, 9x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/on-da-beach Wed, 23 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
SJ https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/sj I mentioned to a close friend recently that two of the artists who have had the biggest influence on me both took their own life. One had been struggling openly with depression and shot himself in the parking lot of his psychologist's office, while the other one simply disappeared. His backpack was found on a high cliff overlooking the sea.

On a certain level, I find it incomprehensible that two people with so much talent and apparent success could be so down on themselves. They both were recognized, celebrated and collected artists : in financial terms, they were successful. And money seems to be the primary measure of success to many people.

However, for creatives, it's not quite so simple. I think that there is a constant hunger that gnaws away at the creative person, a sense of inadequacy that taunts and undermines. Looking at their own work, the creative is likely to see only the imperfections and faults: a dimension that is off, or a shadow that is wrong, or a rhyme that just doesn't sing. They're constantly comparing themselves to others or worse, to their own visions and expectations, and feeling that they fall short. This insecurity is both a gift and a poison. Used well, it becomes a motive, a force that drives a desire to do better, to continue onwards in hopes of one day getting it right. Conversely, it can also fuel feelings of unworthiness, frustration and worse. I grapple with this myself on an ongoing basis. It's like having your own personal demon sitting on your shoulder, telling you that it's just not worth it, you're just not worth it.

This flux of emotions is embedded within each and every work an artist embarks upon, no matter where they are in their career. You begin with a vision of what you want to paint, whether it is a scene before your eyes, a photograph, or an image from your imagination. You throw down paint excitedly and see the essence of your vision transferring to the canvas. So far, so good. But every single painting goes through an ''ugly stage'', where you get to the halfway point or so and step back and realize that it looks nothing like what you'd envisioned, and it seems hopeless to continue, impossible to salvage. It takes grit and determination and a sprinkle of pure, unadulterated optimism to get past this and persevere. Most of the time, something beautiful does emerge in the end. However you have to commit to the roller coaster in order to get there.

I found some of the few remaining images of one of these artists and decided to spend some time with them. In attempting to replicate them, I hope to absorb some of the light and inspiration of a brilliant artist who left us wanting more.

 

she to sea, oil on board, 9x12she to sea, oil on board, 9x12

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/sj Sun, 20 Sep 2020 17:38:55 GMT
Gail https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/gail I lost a friend this past summer. We'd drifted apart after we both moved, but I still considered her a mentor and a force of life.

She was the person who took my love of dogs to a whole other level. She introduced me to the world of retriever training, and we spent many a morning laughing and freezing and watching our dogs streak across a stubble field or swim around in the pickerelweed. She later went on to become a respected field test judge, known for her warm and encouraging character.

She was small but feisty, and she had a huge character, wearing her heart on her sleeve. She would literally give you the shirt off her back. I remember one summer weekend when my parents were away and I took the dogs to the creek for a swim, and Tanna trod on some broken glass and cut her paw very badly. I could not stop the bleeding, and I called Gail, who drove over to our house and took us to the emergency vet clinic in Hamilton then sat with me in a nearby Tim Hortons with all of the rest of the nighttime denizens of the city core, as we waited for the dog to be stitched up. That's just who she was.

She lost her son, who was about my age, about a decade ago, and in spite of that enormous burden of grief, she was brave and strong and always there for others.

She died at home this past June. I went through some photographs of her and found one that spoke to me, that said this is who she is. I painted her as I will always remember her, earthy and vibrant, with a dog at her side.

 

Gail, oil on canvas, 11x14 (SOLD)Gail, oil on canvas, 11x14 (SOLD)

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/gail Fri, 18 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Shake it up https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/shake-it-up

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/shake-it-up Thu, 17 Sep 2020 00:57:18 GMT
Circle back https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/circle-back

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/circle-back Wed, 09 Sep 2020 20:10:07 GMT
More Penny and Patches https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/more-penny-and-patches

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/more-penny-and-patches Wed, 09 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
quiet time https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/quiet-time

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/quiet-time Mon, 07 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
The inimitable Ms. Nutmeg https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/the-inimitable-ms-nutmeg

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/the-inimitable-ms-nutmeg Fri, 04 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
trussed https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/trussed

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/9/trussed Wed, 02 Sep 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Fun and games https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/fun-and-games

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/fun-and-games Mon, 31 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Collateral damage https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/collateral-damage

 

The summer is coming to an end, and I can't help but feel a certain bereavement, and not just in the traditional sense of the word.

In the abstract, there is the angst of letting go of summer itself, which is ingrained particularly firmly into this former teacher's spirit. For me, when the calendar turns from July to August, even though I've not set foot in a classroom for 7 years, there's still a reflexive gut-check, where I feel the momentum turn from carefree summer relaxation to prep and administration and steeling myself for the inevitable return to the classroom. It's akin to jumping into a cold lake, dread followed by commitment : August is the month of letting go - once  September arrives, there is a brief moment of resignation and surrender, followed by a focus on the here-and-now and a welcome flow of positive energy as I would quickly hit my stride and adapt to the classroom and slip comfortably back into all of the routines of the new semester. By the second week of September, summer was a distant memory, a closed chapter. 

I do not have that sea change any more, and so it is that September and October perpetuate the long goodbye to summer. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I'm not sure. It's nice to enjoy the quiet, post-cottagers, and the weather can be beautiful, with the added bonus of a complete absence of the mosquitoes, black flies and deer flies that remind us that Muskoka is not quite heaven on earth. And of course the fall colours turn the landscape briefly into a CandyLand, a jewelled bonanza of oranges, reds, and golds that quite literally takes your breath away.

However, it's just a prelude to what will follow: six full months of barrenness, cold, and voluminous, angry, snowfall. Bitter winds, frozen fingers and toes, astronomical heating bills, salt stains on everything, the constant worry of power outages, treacherous patches of ice hidden under fresh snow, ready to fell a runner or send a vehicle fishtailing. The stink and growl of snowmobiles. That's our relentless reality in Muskoka, from November right through April. 

This year, however, is in a prism all its own. The seasons seem less defined, because time itself has been reset, and the world is spinning at a different, slower rhythm, thanks to the pandemic and the subsequent lockdowns, restrictions, and closures, followed by the ever so tentative and slow-motion phasing in of a ''return to normal''. Whatever that means. 

On the one hand, the lockdowns and restrictions forced a pause on us, affecting almost every aspect of our life, from the micro to the macro level: personal and social, professional, economic, political, academic, etc. In hindsight, this imperative, collective slowdown was beneficial in terms of slowing down the spread of the virus, though even there it was not without errors - and victims. So far, twenty-five million people around the world have been infected, which doesn't sound like a particularly successful outcome. Nearly 850 000 people have died. Canada has counted 130 thousand cases and nine thousand deaths, most of them elderly people in long term care homes (see remarks about errors and victims above; this will be a scar for our federal and respective provincial governments to bear).

I don't pretend to be a medical expert, so I shall leave the statistics at that, because I want to talk more in the abstract, about the collateral damage of all of this. On a personal level, I have been working from home, self-employed, for quite some time now, so I was not compelled to pivot so drastically as many people had to with their jobs - if they managed to keep them. What I did find, however, was that many of my clients and contacts were now also working from home, and suddenly work was no longer 9 to 5. More and more frequently, jobs began arriving well into the evening and on weekends. Soon I found myself working seven days a week. I know that I should not be complaining, but there truly can be too much of a good thing, and when you are self-employed, you are essentially a ''gig'' or ''precariously employed'' worker, and you have to think long and hard about saying no, because the client can just as easily find somebody else who will say yes. (As I am typing this, a shrill, nagging voice is telling me that I have so many other things I need to get done today, and why am I wasting my time with something that is not work). Sometimes I feel a bit like I am at the end of my physical, mental, and emotional rope, but the only choice, like in the bad miles of a marathon, is to keep putting one foot in front of the other and believe that you can make it.

Socially, again, this has not affected me as much as it has others. Lockdown is in many ways an introvert's dream. No need to make excuses or weasel out of social commitments, because there are none. I read somewhere today that there were some studies out indicating that two metres is not sufficient for physical distancing, to which one commenter quipped: ''In Scandinavian countries, two metres is 18 metres too little''. I think I must have Scandinavian ancestors.

Several of my clients work in the fields of sport and physical education, and it's truly depressing to see the new rules and restrictions governing how sports and recreational activities and learning will be modified and watered down to comply with ''the new normal''. Games and sports are mere shadows of their former selves. Next week, I am going to run a ''virtual'' Boston marathon, just me and my Garmin and the road. As mentioned, I prefer being alone, and quite frankly Boston (the race) is an overwhelming experience for this particular introvert, but at the same time you cannot even begin to replicate the electric exhilaration that takes hold of an entire city on marathon day. Will we ever be able to run marathons like that again? It's a question I don't even want to think about right now.

I'm not a parent, but my heart breaks for those who are, whether it be of elementary-aged kids who can't really comprehend the masks and the social distancing and all of the don'ts and can'ts and nots, or teenagers who rebel at the restrictions preventing them from being normal adolescents and hanging out with their friends, or university students who will miss the entire on-campus experience and do their learning online. In one way or another, academically or socially, lots of them will invariably fall through the cracks. Many of them already are suffering from mental or emotional fallout from this sharp right turn the world had to take.

This past week, I attended a ''virtual'' funeral for a former colleague and friend who had been battling stomach cancer for the past three years. He was only 47. The virus did not take him; the cancer did. But it certainly took a lot of the peace and grace from the process of death and of grieving. Likewise, many elderly people have been completely shut off from family for months, and for the ones who died in care homes, at the height of the crisis, they were not even allowed to have a loved one at their side or within sight when they passed. Others who managed to avoid the virus have suffered tremendously from the forced isolation, and have foundered into depression and dementia. It's a hard spiral to break, once set in motion. 

Another friend passed earlier this summer, from heart problems. She was sent home from the hospital because being at home was the lesser of the two evils; the hospital needed space for virus patients, and she risked contracting the virus if she stayed in hospital. So she came home. And died. 

My father's longtime business partner's cancer came back early this year, but diagnostic testing was put on hold for several weeks in April and May, while hospitals concentrated on the virus. His treatment could not begin until months after the diagnosis. 

However, perhaps the most subtle, yet the most insidious of collateral damage is the bottled-up anger and frustration and fear in just about everybody, that manifests in our progressively more virtual conversations, be it mask-crusaders battling with virus-deniers, opposing political partisans shouting one another down in a vacuum of their own making, or even the looks we give one another, peering over our masks, not with a sense of connection and warmth, but rather with suspicion and fear.

How can you feel anything else but despair?

 

 

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/collateral-damage Sun, 30 Aug 2020 20:01:21 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/the-senior-citizen Fri, 28 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/blue-ty Wed, 26 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/waterfall Mon, 24 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Haiku https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/haiku An homage to Muskoka cottagers:

Empty bottle of
Moneybag vodka floating
Gently in the lake

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/haiku Fri, 21 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Don't judge a book by its cover https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/dont-judge-a-book-by-its-cover This is Chewy. You would not think a dog shaped like this could swim, but he's a powerful, bold swimmer, and he's at the lake every day in the summer.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/dont-judge-a-book-by-its-cover Wed, 19 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
a bit of bokeh https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-bit-of-bokeh

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-bit-of-bokeh Mon, 17 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
what I've been up to of late https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/what-ive-been-up-to-of-late Beyond work, that is.

Lately it's been a real battle to carve out any time at all for myself, and while I'm grateful for the income, it can also be frustrating and exhausting and stressful.

I've been organizing a new studio room, and spending at least half an hour each evening drawing or painting. It helps me to relax and disconnect from the frenzy that is life.

Here are a few recent paintings and drawings.

 

salt marsh sunset, oil on canvas, 8x8salt marsh sunset, oil on canvas, 8x8 Traeth Bychan, oil on cradeled board, 4x8Traeth Bychan, oil on cradeled board, 4x8 Rosseau lighthouse, oil on canvas, 5x7Rosseau lighthouse, oil on canvas, 5x7 walking on a Welsh beach, oil on board, 11x14walking on a Welsh beach, oil on board, 11x14 Backyard visitor, oil on canvas, 5x7Backyard visitor, oil on canvas, 5x7 splashdown, oil on birch board, 9x13splashdown, oil on birch board, 9x13 Arwen head study, oil on canvas, 5x7Arwen head study, oil on canvas, 5x7 shake, oil on birch panel, 16x20shake, oil on birch panel, 16x20 Nutmeg, sketch, graphite on paper, 9x12Nutmeg, sketch, graphite on paper, 9x12 Viszla, oil on canvas board, 8x10Viszla, oil on canvas board, 8x10 Tessa, oil on board, 10x10 (SOLD)Tessa, oil on board, 10x10 (SOLD)

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/what-ive-been-up-to-of-late Sun, 16 Aug 2020 22:07:00 GMT
portraits and candids https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/portraits-and-candids

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/portraits-and-candids Fri, 14 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
a sopping labrador is a happy labrador https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-sopping-labrador-is-a-happy-labrador

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-sopping-labrador-is-a-happy-labrador Mon, 10 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
beautiful dreamer https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/beautiful-dreamer

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/beautiful-dreamer Fri, 07 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
A couple of quick watercolour sketches https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-couple-of-quick-watercolour-sketches When you can't travel because of Covid, you can still take voyages of imagination.

Mountains and oceans...my two favourite places.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/a-couple-of-quick-watercolour-sketches Wed, 05 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
aquatic antics https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/aquatic-antics

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/8/aquatic-antics Mon, 03 Aug 2020 14:00:00 GMT
random round-up https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/random-round-up

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/random-round-up Fri, 31 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Patches and Penny https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/patches-and-penny  

 

These two youngsters belong to our friends, Pat and Tanya.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/patches-and-penny Wed, 29 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
seen on my run https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/seen-on-my-run This young lady was weaned by her mother and has been moping in and around the village ever since. She appears to have little fear of cars or of people, and I am worried that it will not end well...

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/seen-on-my-run Mon, 27 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
flour freckles https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/flour-freckles

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/flour-freckles Fri, 24 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
shrine https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/shrine Not even 18 months ago, I was an inveterate treadmill runner. Surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery in Ontario, I stubbornly sweated it out indoors, proffering all sorts of excuses: I didn't want to leave the dogs alone, it was too hot/too cold/too buggy/too snowy/too icy, there were bears, it was too isolated. And so on.

Then I developed a gait problem/weakness that would not go away, and I tanked several marathons because I couldn't transpose my treadmill training to 42.2 kilometres of pavement-pounding (evidently, I'm a bit slow on the uptake) Finally, in the depth of winter 2019, my frustration level hit a threshold that pushed me outside. It was miserable to start with (I could obviously have chosen a more benevolent time of year to embark on the experiment), but I have grown to love it, and now I do all my running outside. I still don't like the cold, or the rain, or the wind, or the snow, but I certainly do love the beauty of the rugged landscape that I inhabit, and the creatures with whom I share it.

This summer has been hotter than hot, and the heatwave has opened a new chapter of this running outdoors narrative. Until now, I've stuck to the asphalt of the main roads, to stay 'safe'...from the wild creatures, from the bugs, from the risk of getting injured somewhere rather isolated and having to get myself home. 

But the asphalt roads up here don't provide shade, and in the summer, the traffic ratchets up about tenfold, thanks to cottagers and contractors, the former being largely the cause of the latter. So over the past few weeks, I have been exploring the back roads, and enjoying the soul-filling beauty of running in the deep forest, where branches entwine so densely overhead that it's akin to running in a tunnel of green, from the ferns that clog the ditches to the hardwoods that scatter dappled sunlight across the road, to the grand verticals of the pines and cedars that lend a texture of depth and darkness and a beautiful green scent that leavens the senses. More often than not, I will meet no more than one or two vehicles in the space of an hour. The road underfoot, dirt and crushed stone, softens the sound of my footfalls, that make a pleasant, sandy, crunch-swish. The terrain is rarely flat and the road is never straight for long, threading between small lakes and rivers, following ridgelines, skirting precambrian boulders.

The forest never seems hostile. It's never given me cause to feel frightened. I'm aware that the creatures are all around me, and that I'm in their realm, but they seem quite willing to share. Each day brings a different mood : sometimes the forest is dark and broody and enclosing, and others it sparkles and bathes the ferns in backlight. Sometimes the whisper of the branches gives the illusion of rushing water. Even on the hottest of days, there is a cool freshness under the canopy. When I turn back around and retrace my steps, it's almost a shock to come back out onto the asphalt, refreshed and grateful for the temporary respite from the heat, from the traffic, from humanity. 

 

Deep, deep into the forest, many kilometres from the main road, there is a little shrine. I noticed it on my very first exploration of the road, and remembered that a young man had lost his life there perhaps a decade ago now, in an ATV accident. There are several such shrines that I'm aware of in the area, each of them marking similar circumstances of youth, speed, and alcohol. Some of them are meticulously maintained by unseen visitors; others just sort of fade away. This particular one had been somewhat swallowed up by ferns and grasses, at least until this week, when someone or someones had brought a weed whacker and tamed the underbrush, then spent some time drinking beer with their lost friend. I'm glad that he's remembered. I don't know about feeling his spirit there; I suppose I feel a sadness, but that is more of my own making. Now, he belongs to the forest and its peace.

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/shrine Wed, 22 Jul 2020 23:35:48 GMT
in the dandelions https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/in-the-dandelions

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/in-the-dandelions Wed, 22 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
conundrum https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/conundrum What to do when you've already got a ball, but there's another one to be corralled?

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/conundrum Mon, 20 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Lake graffiti https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/lake-graffiti Lake graffiti

 

Little bay laps the shore, under solstice sunshine.

Dancing lake takes leaves and sky, cotton clouds,

Shreds the colours, scatters, splatters.

 

Green, teal, white, and indigo;

Giddy ripples swirl and tangle.

Paint illusions mingle

With riffles and refractions.

 

Dragonflies dip double wings,

Quilting and unraveling.

Abstractions swell, resorb, reform,

Mesmerize the eyes.

 

Stained glass water spectacle,

Spontaneous cathedral.

Artist imperceptible,

Ephemeral, ethereal.

 

Bring me your abuse and hate.

Your sorrow and your fear.

I will persist, forgive, console.

I am forever here.


 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/lake-graffiti Fri, 17 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Solo and tandem https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/solo-and-tandem It's become a practice to take Soleil out first, on her own, and then take Arwen and Nutmeg together. This takes the pressure off Soleil and gives her some one-on-one time, and it gives Arwen and Nutmeg a chance to bomb around and blow off some steam.

The other character in this set is Chewy, a rather stout Boston Terrier who swims remarkably well and enthusiastically.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/solo-and-tandem Wed, 15 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
taking the water wings off https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/taking-the-water-wings-off I finally had the courage to let Nutmeg off the long line, trusting that she will come back, and that her swimming skills are up to snuff.

We also had a short photo session on the big diving rock (which Nutmeg had to dive off). There was sulking from one participant and a levitating bum from the other, but in the end we did get one good picture.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/taking-the-water-wings-off Mon, 13 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
a bouquet of photos from the village - early summer version https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/a-bouquet-of-photos-from-the-village---early-summer-version

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/a-bouquet-of-photos-from-the-village---early-summer-version Fri, 10 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
what do you see, I wonder? https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/what-do-you-see-i-wonder

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/what-do-you-see-i-wonder Wed, 08 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
doorway https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/doorway It's only during the summer months that the sun's trajectory comes round the front of the house in the late afternoon, creating sun puddles that the dogs love to sleep in. Summer is also the season when we can leave the door from the house to the porch ajar, so scenes like this are quite frequent.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/doorway Mon, 06 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
fun at the lake https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/fun-at-the-lake

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/fun-at-the-lake Fri, 03 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
some recent paintings https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/some-recent-paintings  

It would have been my dad's 80th birthday today.

In the spirit of his memory, and in homage to his artistic talents, I will offer up my own recent creations.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/7/some-recent-paintings Wed, 01 Jul 2020 14:00:00 GMT
a few random, recent portraits of the girls https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/a-few-random-recent-portraits-of-the-girls

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/a-few-random-recent-portraits-of-the-girls Mon, 29 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
butterflies, buttercups, and blossoms https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/butterflies-buttercups-and-blossoms

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/butterflies-buttercups-and-blossoms Sat, 27 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Ffarwel https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/ffarwel Today the world lost a bit of its light.
A warm, gentle, poetic soul,
Whose lilting voice and twinkling eyes,
Quick wit and unerring kindness,
Were the essence of a true gentleman.
My heart aches in grief.
My mind will hold fast to the memories.

Ffarwel.

 

 


 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/ffarwel Fri, 26 Jun 2020 02:47:45 GMT
June pot pourri https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/june-pot-pourri

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/june-pot-pourri Wed, 24 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Swimming lessons https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/swimming-lessons

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/swimming-lessons Mon, 22 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Kiki https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/kiki  

...one of the neighbours' dogs. 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/kiki Fri, 19 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Late spring blooms https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/late-spring-blooms ...including a hummingbird moth feasting on a lupine

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/late-spring-blooms Wed, 17 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
forget me nots https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/forget-me-nots ...and some blossom.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/forget-me-nots Mon, 15 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
we have a swimmah https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/we-have-a-swimmah Nutmeg's skillset now more resembles Arwen's than it does Mira's. 

Thank goodness.

Though there is still a fair amount of splashing.

Subtle and understated, this dog is not.

Everything is all-in, with gusto.

💙

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/we-have-a-swimmah Fri, 12 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
forlorn https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/forlorn

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/forlorn Wed, 10 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
baby blues https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/baby-blues

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/baby-blues Mon, 08 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
just a few random doggy shots https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/just-a-few-random-doggy-shots The dachshund in this set is Hurley, who is now a somewhat elderly gentleman, but who in his day ran a bear straight up a tree.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/just-a-few-random-doggy-shots Fri, 05 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Lila https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/lila Lila is the very special human being who gave her Casey to us on Valentine's weekend of this year.

Casey is now Nutmeg, and is very much a part of our family.

Lila asked to come and visit her recently. The reunion was a delight to see.

I am grateful that in gaining Nutmeg, I have also gained a friend, someone with a tremendously giving and loving heart.

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/lila Wed, 03 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
spring greens https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/spring-greens If I were to choose a most beautiful time of the year, it would be this.

The first week of true spring, when the bright, young leaves seem to drink up the sunlight and glow from within, so that the forest shimmers with gold.

If only we could do away with the black flies...

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/spring-greens Tue, 02 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
stand by me https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/stand-by-me When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me

So darlin', darlin'
Stand by me, oh, stand by me
Oh, stand, stand by me
Stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me

And darlin', darlin'
Stand by me, oh, stand by me
Oh, stand now, stand by me
Stand by me

Darlin', darlin'
Stand by me, oh, stand by me
Oh, stand now, stand by me
Stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me?
Oh, stand by me
Won't you stand now?
Oh, stand, stand by me

 

-Ben E King

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/6/stand-by-me Mon, 01 Jun 2020 14:00:00 GMT
bonding https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/bonding

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/bonding Fri, 29 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
new perspectives https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/new-perspectives I find it amazing that I've lived here full-time for seven years, and I can still find new images to frame, even in a spot I come to at least once a day for half of the year.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/new-perspectives Wed, 27 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
portraiture https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/portraiture

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/portraiture Mon, 25 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Blazing her own trail https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/blazing-her-own-trail

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/blazing-her-own-trail Fri, 22 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
remnants of last year, harbingers of this one https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/remnants-of-last-year-harbingers-of-this-one

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/remnants-of-last-year-harbingers-of-this-one Wed, 20 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Ladies of the lake https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/ladies-of-the-lake (some not overly ladylike)

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/ladies-of-the-lake Mon, 18 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
We be learnin' STICKS! https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/we-be-learnin-sticks

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/we-be-learnin-sticks Fri, 15 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Bonded https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/bonded

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/bonded Wed, 13 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
This kind of sums up my life https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/this-kind-of-sums-up-my-life

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/this-kind-of-sums-up-my-life Mon, 11 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
I got a new computer... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/i-got-a-new-computer ...and upgraded photoshop to the Creative Cloud.

The computer was bought right after Christmas and it's taken me this long to get around to trying it out. Work has kept me that busy.

In any case, better late than never. I am really pleased with the new workflows. In fact the power and variety are quite overwhelming, and I was like a kid in a candy store, trying to decide what to try first. On the other hand, the basic Photoshop tools and interfaces are still where they should be, from my point of view, so my fears about a learning curve have been somewhat allayed.

Here are a couple of quick edits.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/i-got-a-new-computer Fri, 08 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
overlooked https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/overlooked I cannot count the number of times I've walked by these grasses, season after season, year after year.

Today, they said stop. Photograph us.

And so I did.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/overlooked Wed, 06 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
lakeside portraiture https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/lakeside-portraiture

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/lakeside-portraiture Mon, 04 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
strike a pose https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/strike-a-pose

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/5/strike-a-pose Fri, 01 May 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Soleil is eleven https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/soleil-is-eleven  

 

 

Eleven

She's officially an old-lady dog now.

However, she is as vivacious and as sharp-minded (and strong-willed) as ever. Not much gets past her radar.

When we go to the park to play ball, she's content now to lay down and squelch her ball in her mouth while the other two tear around playing fetch. And when the young'uns start play wrestling in the house, she ''referees'' by barking at them.

She loves to lay on the landing of the stairs, which is a perfect spot to watch what's going on in the world outside, since she can see right out to the road through the glass of the French doors.

When she wants to be petted, she shoves her head into your lap, or under your hand. If you don't respond quickly enough, that's followed by a paw to the thigh. She has the plushest, thickest, softest coat of any Labrador I have ever known. She's like a big teddy bear.

She's a talker. Oh is she a talker. She is constantly muttering about something or other, whether she's expressing joy and excitement at being out and heading to the park or the lake, ecstasy at the prospect of a car ride, reproach at the roughhousing youngsters, or simply just mumbling to herself.

When I come in from a run, I automatically pull off  a mitten or a headband so that I can give it to her the moment I come through the door; it's an essential element of her wag-and-carry, welcome back home routine.

She's neurotic to the point that I wondered once to the vet if dogs can be autistic. She has these fascinating OCD behaviours, such as suddenly doing a 90-degree turn and beelining for the side of the road when we are halfway through crossing an intersection, or turning in a counter-clockwise circle every time we come through the front door, or walking once around the recliner chair before I can put her lead on, or making circles when she poops, or pushing balls underneath the boathouse so that I can fish them out with a stick. When we play fetch, there is only one ball among three identical-looking ones that she will deign to touch. 

Every one of those little quirks makes her who she is, and makes us love her even more. She has her spot on the bed, on the pillow right beside my head, and I can listen to her snore softly.

She wears her heart on her sleeve, and she has opinions and foibles, and I wouldn't want her any other way. She has been through so much with us, and she has lived up to her name in every possible way. My sunshine.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/soleil-is-eleven Thu, 30 Apr 2020 13:30:00 GMT
soggy doggies https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/soggy-doggies

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/soggy-doggies Wed, 29 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/faces-at-the-door Mon, 27 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Happy 7th birthday, Arwen https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/happy-7th-birthday-arwen

 

How can it be that seven years have passed since that terrible spring when we lost Mira, then went to Boston and lived through the bombings?

Just a few short days after our return from Boston, on April 26, 2013, I learned that your litter had been born, and that the yellow female I'd requested was for real.

You were a character from the get-go: your tail never, ever stops wagging, and you have become perhaps the most water-oriented of any dog I've had. You have a boundless energy: I don't think I've ever found the bottom of it, if there is one. You are an athlete, and you run like the wind and jump like an acrobat.

You can't even abide hearing the word ''bad'': you run and hide on the rare occasions when I forget your sensitivity and use that word on anyone else. All you want to do is be good, to please, to love and be loved.

The poem below isn't just about you; it's an amalgam of all the dogs who have ever walked beside me. But right now, you're one of those, and it's your birthday.

 

When we walk

Brown sugar eyes look up at me

Striding shoulder by my knee.

 

When we walk

Collar links to leash then hand

Symbol we both understand.

 

When we walk

Seems like no time at all has passed

Between our first walk and our last.

 

When we walk

You lead me and I lead you

We are one, and we are two.

 

When we walk

Mischief mouth steals my mitt

Tugs it off and carries it.

 

When we walk

I accept that there is no forever

Yet know our bond will never sever.

 

When we walk

The young you scampers on ahead

The old you ambles, sniffs, is led.

 

When we walk

We have our rhythm, we are a rhyme

Bide beside me across time.

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/happy-7th-birthday-arwen Sun, 26 Apr 2020 12:43:50 GMT
Aprilwinter https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/aprilwinter

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/aprilwinter Fri, 24 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/bedmaking-buddies Wed, 22 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
April 20, 2020 https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/april-20-2020 Screenshot

 

I did not have to drive 1000 kilometres to race 42.2. I did not have to spend thousands of dollars on a hotel and travel. I did not have to juggle logistics of 3 dogs in a hotel room/in elevators/in the middle of a big city/chasing squirrels on the Common. I did not have to check the weather forecast 40 times and revise my race-day wardrobe choices just as many times. I did not have to endure security checks and the sardine-can experience of bib pickup and race expo in the Hynes Convention Centre. I did not have to wake up at stupid o’clock and bundle up in four layers of clothes and trek over to the Common to climb aboard a yellow school bus and join a convoy of hundreds of other yellow buses for the seemingly never-ending drive west on the MassPike to Hopkinton, listening to the excited chatter about training adventures and qualifying and past Bostons. I did not have to stand shivering on a school playing field, dressed like a hobo in throwaway layers, waiting 30 minutes to enjoy the sensory fiesta of a port-a-potty. I did not have to wait to start my run until a time of day when I am usually finishing my run. I did not have to walk a mile to the starting line. I did not have to stand in a corral, still shivering and now minus the throwaway clothes, waiting for the start gun along with thousands of others. I did not have to run shoulder-to-shoulder and elbow-to-elbow in a river of spandex and sneakers, dodging and weaving and heel-clipping and sharing a small ribbon of road for 26.2 miles. I did not have to run through the scream tunnel at Wellesley College. I did not have to get to Wellesley Centre and think ‘’Only halfway already?’’ I did not have to worry about giving high-fives to kids along the road. I did not have to listen to Neil Diamond or slightly-drunk Bostonians singing ‘’Sweet Caroline’’, nor listen to fellow runners singing it back (‘’And when I hurt/HURTING RUNS OFF MY SHOULDERS’’) I did not have to navigate traffic at water stations. I did not have to hear people yelling ‘’you’re almost there’’ at mile 20. I did not have to smell roadside barbecues and picnics along the grassy boulevards in the Newton hills. I did not have to slog up Heartbreak Hill. I did not have to ask myself ‘’where the hell is that Citgo sign already?’’ I did not have to squeeze through the Fenway crowds at Kenmore square. I did not have to scan the crowds for Tim and the dogs in Brookline. I did not have to look for my friends in the 5-deep crowds on Commonwealth Avenue.

I did not have to turn right on Hereford and left on Boylston.

Today it was just me and the wind.

 

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/april-20-2020 Mon, 20 Apr 2020 17:31:55 GMT
The cure for anything is salt water https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/the-cure-for-anything-is-salt-water

 

I don't really know what's compelling me to write this, other than a need to document what life feels like right now, in hopes that I can look back on it and realize what a weird twilight zone the first part of 2020 was. 

What I did this week:

-Endured a massive windstorm that brought one of our trees down within a mere metre of a nasty new neighbour's new roof. To add to the lucky streak, we were on the winning side of the latest game of Hydro roulette, where half the village was without power for 24 hours. We were in the good half, this time.

-Had to look at my watch to see what day of the week it was. Not just once either.

-Made a dreaded trip to the vet. Soleil's eye has been running and it looked like another corneal ulcer. With a corneal ulcer, red in the white of the eye is good because it means the ulcer is developing the blood supply it requires to heal. However red can be bad if it's not an ulcer but rather an infection such as conjunctivitis. The vet has a policy now of taking the dog from you in the parking lot and you wait in the car. I did not want to put Soleil through that, but needs must, and off we went. It wasn't as bad as I had feared, and the vet even bundled up in his winter coat and came out into the pelting snow to tell us what he'd diagnosed and how to deal with it (yes, it was an ulcer). 

-Woke up to a fresh coating of snow on the ground on 3 separate mornings. Winter is reminding us it's not done with us yet.

-Got back on my favourite, most scenic and most challenging running route, a road so technical that it's not safe to run on in winter. Now I am breathing the scent of the lake and the pines all the way along as I toil up and down massive hills. It's like the most beautiful roller coaster ride you could ever wish for.

-Ordered far, far too many books. 

-Translated ''In this difficult time'' for the six hundred and nineteenth time. I swear to Christ, if I see that expression again I am going to go postal. One client used it five separate times in a 1 and a half page letter.

-Baked challah for the first time. OK, I made it into cinnamon buns rather than braiding it into a loaf, but it was way easier and worked out way better than I had expected.

-Pared down my friends list on social media. If you're going to turn into the social distancing police and them crow about your skirmishes online, I have no time for you. If you are going to compare the number of coronavirus deaths to the number of deaths by abortion, I have no time for you.

-Cried. Broke down sobbing. Most of it was about work. I work from home, and I should really be grateful that my workload has not diminished or stopped, but has in fact grown since this pandemic began. The problem is, now everybody is working from home, and many of them are working evenings and weekends as it suits them, and they find that I am there for them evenings and weekends, and suddenly there is no downtime at all. And what do people do when all they really have is their laptop? They write things. Policy documents and press releases and communiqués and look-what-we-can-sell-you-to-help-you-get-through-this-difficult-time marketing documents. And those all need translation, often as an afterthought, ergo often on a rush basis. I am working all day, well into the evening and all weekend. I should tell people to back up the truck, but as a sole proprietor in a service industry, you risk sending your clients somewhere else, permanently. Rock, meet hard place. I think the tears were just a general need to cleanse and vent all of the stress and worry and frustration. How does the saying go....

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.

(Karen Blixen)
 

 

What I did not do this week

-Go to Boston. The marathon would have happened tomorrow, April 20. The tears were about that as well. Making my own salt water for the sea that I'll be missing.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/the-cure-for-anything-is-salt-water Sun, 19 Apr 2020 21:31:36 GMT
Compare and contrast... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/compare-and-contrast COMPARE AND CONTRAST...
So we had a little swimming lesson today.
Armed with a husband and a long line, to effect rescue if needed.
Arwen, our lithe little otter, slipped in and out of the water like she was born from it.
Nutmeg. Well...the best I can describe is a combination of the Brown Dog's technique and ''skills'' with a huge dose of gusto and zeal. She flailed, she sank, she walked briefly on water, she was like a waterborne Tasmanian Devil cartoon.
She discovered in all the tumult and spray and froth that there was a ball out there that could be fetched, and omigod-isn't-this-the-best-thing-ever! 
What she lacks in style, she made up in pure exuberance and silliness.
I laughed so hard I cried. 
We're going to have to have a talk about what a no-wake zone means, though...

 


 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/compare-and-contrast Mon, 13 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Easter weekend https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/easter-weekend If someone would like to explain what God's plan is in all of this, I'd really love to know.

(THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!)

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/easter-weekend Fri, 10 Apr 2020 20:39:46 GMT
copper girl https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/copper-girl

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/copper-girl Fri, 10 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
water art https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/water-art I will never, ever lose my sense of enchantment when looking at reflections.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/water-art Thu, 09 Apr 2020 13:36:52 GMT
Grimalkin https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/grimalkin

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/grimalkin Wed, 08 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
we be swimmin... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/we-be-swimmin ...(very) broadly defined

On day 2 after ice-out, I took dog à l'orange down for a private session. She's only a year old and has never swum before.

True to her bulldozer dauntless spirit, she ran straight in at full bore and only realized three strides too late that there was no longer a bottom under her feet.

For a brief moment, the Brown Dog was resurrected in Lake Rosseau, in full eggbeater glory.

In that same moment, I wondered if a) she would stay sunk and I would have to effect a rescue. b) she would turn around and come back as I screamed for her to do just that c) I'd ruined her swimming career before it even started. 

 

Nope, nope and nope. She came back to me then immediately dashed back out for another round of eggbeating.

I think we may have to appoint Arwen as swim instructor next time around.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/we-be-swimmin Tue, 07 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
ice out! https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/ice-out What a difference a day makes.

April 4, 2020

 

 

April 5, 2020 - WE BE SWIMMIN'

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/ice-out Mon, 06 Apr 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Covid https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/covid

Confined, constrained, we wait, worry, watch news, absorb new numbers.

Taped lines define, impose new limits; sanitized boxes of solitude.

Fellow humans – allies, enemies, neither and both.

Spies self-appointed, snitches confronting conspiracy theorists,

Data deniers, China-blamers, seaside scofflaws, furtive churchgoers. (Flatten the curve).

Cruise-ship castaways, floating petri dishes! Pariahs pleading for port.

Borders close, enfolding citizens within, pared into

Family units, soldered shut; masked faces pressed to windowpanes.

Supermarket locusts, online profiteers, two-faced pandemic panic.

Together, alone: coexist, cope. Wary solidarity. (Don’t stand so close to me!)

 

 

Outside, the wild ones bustle, springtime business undeterred. Liquid birdsong

Lacing through bright-budded trees as cackling jays swoop.

Chipmunks chatter; squirrels gossip, squabble.

Somewhere a woodpecker hammers industriously.

Night unfurls upon the lake, star-scattered ink, stirred softly by otters and geese.

Moon rides the darkness, looking down from afar, listening to spring peeper lullabies.

Golden-pink dawn; the sun blazes on, inscrutable. Relentless trajectory,

Confusing by its very order the stillness of chaos. (What day is it today?)

 

 

Valiant nurses, doctors struggle to subdue 

A creeping, crafty adversary, Spreading silently, swiftly,

Stealing breath and life. Seeding dread and sorrow.

Who lives, who dies? (Wash your hands!)

So quick, so alone, no chance to say goodbye.  

Improvised morgues, ventilator wars.

These numbers have faces, had names.

Elsewhere, empty streets, shuttered shops, silent ghost cities.

Shelter in place. Self-isolate. School on a glowing screen.

Furloughs and layoffs, everything’s cancelled. The working class keeps us supplied.

Subsistence allowances, kitchen table keyboards,

Work as we know it revised (Mommy’s in a meeting!)

 

 

In the forests and in the fields, spring primps for her pageant.

The earth breathes respite from abuse.

Marshside, a redwing perches on a scruffy cattail, defending the nest.

Up high in a deep blue sky, cleared of crisscrossed contrails, a crow soars,

Cawing to a distant mate atop a wind-twisted pine.

Rasping, raucous commentary, an eternal tale

Of how pride precedes a fall.

 

 

 

Dread and hope wage warring narratives

What world will rise from this chrysalis?

The story of the aftermath is clouded and unsure

Time alone will yield an answer; our task is to endure.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/4/covid Sun, 05 Apr 2020 20:33:13 GMT
Muck magnet https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/muck-magnet Muck magnet

Little did I know that this trip to the ball diamond yesterday would be our final one for a while: the government has just closed all parks and sports facilities. So now that's gone too...

At least now my dogs will stay clean.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/muck-magnet Tue, 31 Mar 2020 14:00:00 GMT
Hope lives https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/hope-lives

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/hope-lives Mon, 30 Mar 2020 20:03:36 GMT
Puddle jumping https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/puddle-jumping Today I should have been running the Around the Bay 30km road race in Hamilton. Instead, I went puddle-jumping with the dogs at the local ball diamond.
 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/puddle-jumping Sun, 29 Mar 2020 23:36:55 GMT
big balls and hairy asses https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/big-balls-and-hairy-asses When I dump a set of photos from my camera card to the computer, I go through them and select the 'best of', and those are the ones that I edit and save and post to various social media. This process invariably involves file-naming and album creation, and on a desktop that's heading for 10 years old, trying to come up with original file names for photos is no small feat. Add to that the mood I'm in right now and there you have the title of today's blog. If you look through the photos (which I assume you will, since that's likely the reason you're here in the first place, that is to say not to read my random blatherings) you'll understand the choice of words and theme.

I've posted a few blogs over the last little while, but haven't written much to go along with the photos. There are two main reasons for this. This blog is a means to connect with a handful of special people who don't use social media, so they don't see the photos and comments when they are posted on facebook and instagram. So I effectively duplicate here what I put up elsewhere on the Internet. And secondly, I really haven't had it in me to write. Still don't, truth be told. The news cycle is changing so quickly, and each time I look (which I'm consciously attempting not to refrain but at least to reduce the frequency), things become more dire. My not-so-long-ago intense, unending workload has slowed to a trickle (note to self: be careful what you wish for), and suddenly I need to worry about what income will look like going forward. Of course nobody can predict how bad things will get, not in terms of public health nor in terms of the economy, and nobody knows how long this will last, or worse still, if this is the new normal.

I feel like, psychologically, my mind is attempting to block these angst-ridden thoughts as a measure of self-protection, but the thoughts are so constant and so strong that all I am left with is a residual mental inertia and exhaustion. I could try to be productive and invest my energy in old or new hobbies, but the energy is not there, not right now.

In the small amount of translation work I have been doing, I've noticed a few things. First of all, the verbiage has become quickly ingrained, to the point that media releases parrot identical talking points and catchphrases, to wit :  words and phrases such as ''unprecedented", ''this decision was not taken lightly'', ''rapidly-evolving situation'', ''increased infection control measures", ''high-touch surfaces", ''self-isolation'', ''frequent hand-washing'' and ''no contact''. Mix all of those together in the order you choose, and voilà, you have a media release for the COVID-19 era.

One lexical evolution that I found both interesting and somewhat heartening is that the term initially used, ''social distancing'', has now been supplanted by ''physical distancing''. Perhaps it's because people are too generally stupid to understand the former, but I prefer to think it's because social connections remain important, and that people are finding innovative means to maintain and strengthen those sorts of connections through apps and even more traditional means - and dare I say old-fashioned ones -  like pictures of rainbows posted in front windows.

One of the more negative aspects of the uptick in social media usage is the relentless ugliness of partisanship  It's still thriving on its diet of misinformation, trolls and confirmation bias. I'm only speaking for Canada here, but every single level of government and administration - from local councils to provincial governments to the politicians in Ottawa - is doing everything it can to help our country and its people. What I have heard so far is nothing short of compassionate and determined and helpful. This is all the more remarkable given that our country has the particular distinction of being governed by a left of centre party, while most of the provinces have elected right of centre governments. Generally, they don't play well together, the provinces and the feds, and there is bickering and acrimony. However in the face of this pandemic, all of that has been put aside in favour of remarkable solidarity and cooperation. So when I see everyday Canadians bitching and chirping that there are still illegal migrants crossing over from the USA at Roxham Road in Quebec, or yelling about how their favoured provincial premier is doing this here, while the federal Liberals are screwing us with that there...I have zero patience for that. Zero. Start demonstrating some compassion towards others. Now is not the time to be selfish and hateful. It's just not. 

I mentioned this in my last blog post, and it still holds true today: this pandemic is revealing the best and the worst of humanity. On the one side there is hoarding, price-gouging, China-blaming, conspiracy-theorizing, flagrant disobedience of rules and conditions put in place for the greater good, and so on. On the other side, there are neighbours shopping for the elderly, people coming out onto their balconies and porches en masse at an appointed time to (literally) sing the praises of health-care workers, musicians giving free online performances, and volunteers setting up childcare networks to help workers deemed essential. The paradox is uncanny: people are actively reaching out to one another at the same time they are keeping their distance. There is no shortage of examples of both extremes, if you care to look. And if you get too hung up on the bad stuff, try to find some of the good stuff as a balm for your weary soul.

 

So to close, a few small, personal gratitudes from the past 24 hours:

  • the colourful crocuses that pepper the grass by the post office
  • a random guy out for a walk in the middle of nowhere, holding up a sign to passing cars: a Canadian flag followed by the simple words ''take care''
  • clients who have messaged me to simply check in and see if I am ok
  • a grocery store cashier who was seconded from the hot foods counter, learning the ropes all on her own, and still able to laugh and be kind
  • red wing blackbirds perching on the cattails at the edge of the marsh along my running route
  • podcasts about books
  • the neighbour in his pickup truck, with his dog in the passenger seat, who always waves the dog's paw at me when he drives by me on my running route
  • this video
  • the smell of oil paint and the feel of it moving on the canvas
  • the fingernail moon and single star, high in the twilight-blue sky, as the sun went down last night
  • dogs

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/big-balls-and-hairy-asses Sat, 28 Mar 2020 22:07:45 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/contortions-and-expressions Fri, 27 Mar 2020 02:23:37 GMT
Shiny happy people https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/shiny-happy-people The blog title references the REM song. Dogs are my people, and their smiles in this set of pictures made me think of the song. 

The lyrics seem wildly anachronistic at the moment...or perhaps we could consider them hopeful...for better times ahead.

Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd, people, people
Throw your love around, love me, love me
Take it into town, happy, happy
Put it in the ground where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around, love them, love them
Put it in your hands, take it, take it
There's no time to cry, happy, happy
Put it in your heart where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Whoa, here we go
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Shiny happy people holding hands

 

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/shiny-happy-people Tue, 24 Mar 2020 21:04:58 GMT
Loveable lummoxes and dispassionate divas https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/loveable-lummoxes-and-dispassionate-divas I'll leave it to you to decide who's who.

(note to self: remember which ones you're dealing with when setting up a shot, to avoid a jet-propelled snout to the eye socket.)

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/loveable-lummoxes-and-dispassionate-divas Sun, 22 Mar 2020 21:45:13 GMT
winter's end https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/winters-end In so many ways, it feels like we're headed into a long, grim winter, despite the melting snow, the birdsong and the snowdrops peeking through the deadfall. But the dogs have an infectious joy and a blithe ignorance of what's going on, and their antics and the fresh air they bring (in every sense) help to keep us sane and grounded.

 

 

Serenity...with a side order of spit.

 

Arwen should get a penalty for that one!

 

I gots a case of the happies!

 

Arwen on point with the cross-check game

 

how to hypnotize a Labrador

''photobumming'', courtesy of Soleil

 

can't fool this one.

 

Soleil: ''I know I left my ball here somewhere...''

Gollum:  ''Precioussssesssss...''

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/winters-end Sat, 21 Mar 2020 23:29:32 GMT
Keep smiling https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/keep-smiling I learned many years ago, in marathon training and racing, that consciously making yourself smile can make you feel happy. 

Keep smiling - it takes very little effort, and it's something good you can do for yourself and for others.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/keep-smiling Wed, 18 Mar 2020 23:25:42 GMT
Ears and tongues and teeth and eyes and teeth and noses https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/ears-and-tongues-and-teeth-and-eyes-and-teeth-and-noses Are they dogs or are they rabbits?

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/ears-and-tongues-and-teeth-and-eyes-and-teeth-and-noses Mon, 16 Mar 2020 22:32:48 GMT
social distancing https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/social-distancing Anyone who knows me, knows that I was made for this. 

But in all seriousness, it is extraordinary how quickly things have changed since my last post. So much worry and uncertainty is in the air now, perhaps as potent as the virus itself. 

As mentioned, my introverted ways make me well-adapted to the task, and the fact of living in an isolated area has ingrained the practice of laying in supplies as a contingency, though that's usually weather-related. 

A couple of weeks ago - back in the good old days, before we were all fighting one another for toilet paper - Tim plucked a banana from the basket in the kitchen, and I snapped at him that the limit was one per day. Yes, I was wrong to jump on him about it, but I explained to him that the reality of living in a place like this is that if you need or lack something, you've got a 90 kilometre round trip ahead of you. So you plan ahead, and you ration things. We're very fortunate to have a wonderful general store and variety store in the village, as well as various other shops, but any way you slice it, groceries are a day trip. There is no supermarket on the next block. Same with gasoline. The nearest stations to our house are 15 kilometres away, and are rather overpriced, because they have a captive market. You want gas at the same price as everywhere else? Drive 50 kilometres for it.

So yes, I've learned some useful lessons living here, lessons that can now be put into practice to deal with the three week social distancing that our government is encouraging us to embark upon. But there is no smugness, only resignation and worry. And yet, it's times like these that really make you sit back and remember what truly matters.

Things I am grateful for:

  • Tim's school board has excused all staff for the next three weeks, and that eliminates a very real worry about him contracting the virus, since the board is the second-largest in the country and has a large staff contingent, to say nothing of the external traffic that comes and goes every day.
  • My country, and its governments at every level, who are trying to react to a very fluid situation and contain damage and risk, not only health-related, but also real and imminent financial worries for everyday citizens and also businesses. So far they have acted with nothing less than transparency and compassion.
  • At the same time, I am glad not to live in the U.S.A., where lies and chaos seem to be the order of the day. Again, not being smug. The USA has a long history of resisting, distrusting and mocking ''socialist'' universal health care systems, and a LOT of people are going to fall through the cracks before all of this is said and done. They have no-one to blame but themselves. Especially the ones who elected the current president.

There is no doubt that the list of worries and sadness is long, and ranges from personal and concrete to universal and abstract: the Boston marathon has been postponed, and we've cancelled the 2 week vacation on the East Coast that we built around it, including a visit with very dear and special friends, something we were looking forward to very much. I'm worried about my own health, and that of my family and friends, and of everybody in the world. I'm worried about my job and my income: I am self-employed, and if business grinds to a halt so too does my livelihood. I'm worried that things will get way worse before they get better. I'm worried that so many people remain so selfish and cavalier about the whole thing. I'm worried that this illness is the manifestation of all of the badness that has been festering in our world, and I worry if we can ever really fully recover.

All I can do is take each day as it comes, and savour the simple pleasures (all those books at my bedside, begging to be read, my somewhat-neglected easel, and the two new books I want to write).

It's been a long time since I've run to ''train'', so I'll keep going out, enjoying the quiet, contemplative rhythm of my own footfalls. Boston was never a goal per se, but rather a long run with 30 thousand more people than usual. Yes, I've invested a lot of blood, sweat and tears, pounding the pavement through snow and ice and wind, but that won't go to waste; it made me stronger.

I'll enjoy the gradual arrival of spring: I already saw the first robin, and the squirrels and chipmunks have been active for a few weeks. The arrival and awakening of the creatures has never felt so comforting. Nature is maintaining her cadence, and showing me how to maintain mine.

I will enjoy the companionship of Tim and the dogs. That's all I really need, and that's already plenty to be grateful for.

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/social-distancing Sun, 15 Mar 2020 21:19:34 GMT
Spring sunshine and silliness https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/spring-sunshine-and-silliness And yes, still snow.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/spring-sunshine-and-silliness Sun, 08 Mar 2020 21:06:45 GMT
March comes in like a...Labrador https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/march-comes-in-like-a-labrador

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/3/march-comes-in-like-a-labrador Fri, 06 Mar 2020 03:21:57 GMT
2 weeks since gotcha https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/2-weeks-since-gotcha These past two weeks have flown by, and things are going well. The cat has finally decided to come out of the cellar, though not without mumblings and recriminations.

We've been for a get-to-know-you visit to our vet, who is lovely: he got right down on the floor and let her relax while he petted her, before he even tried to examine her. The vet trip was also the first trip solo in the jeep, and she handled it like a pro.

We're working on recalls at the park; I have her on a long line, and she goes off playing with her ball in the snow, and when she gets far enough away and/or distracted, I call her in, and she comes at me like a freight train to get the biscuit she knows I have in my pocket.

Speaking of distracted: she's fascinated with birds. Birds roosting in the trees, birds flying in the sky, dopey pigeons strolling around on the ground...she finds them all quite riveting.

Two or seven times a day, she and Arwen engage in rather astounding battles, in which neither ever incurs a mark, but by the sounds of it you'd think a homicide was taking place. Soleil joins in the fun as a sadly superfluous but equally determined referee, barking from the sidelines. They have learned that when the human yells TIME OUT, it means just what you think.

All in all, it's organized, hairy, non-stop chaos. If only winter would give way to spring so that we aren't out walking in -25C....

 

   

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/2-weeks-since-gotcha Sat, 29 Feb 2020 14:22:55 GMT
one week on https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/one-week-on It's exactly one week ago today that we brought Casey home. For the past seven days, she's been learning our routines and rules, and we've been getting to know her character. For example, she does something none of my other Labs have done, which I've come to call ''snowbathing'': she commando-crawls on her belly through the snow, all the while dipping her head in and up, as if she's doing the breaststroke.

I've said things that I've never before uttered, such as ''don't lick my bum'' (several times, that one). And even after having Labs in my life for nearly 5 decades, I've been taught a thing or two, and encountered scenarios I'd not ever yet imagined, such as a certain fox-red creature absconding with her own bag of poop (which I'd neglected to knot closed, of course) at the park, and initiating a merry game of keep away, with the added bonus of random airborne chunks of poop.

When I think back to one week ago when we brought her home, she would hardly allow us to touch her. Now she follows us around like a shadow, and she's even met a few neighbours: she was leery at first, and head-shy, but within five minutes she was allowing herself to be touched. I've introduced her to the wonderful world of baking, and she is now a fully-qualified member of the league of underfoot baker's apprentices, along with her two partners in crime. They lick bowls democratically; the only competitiveness is who can lick the fastest and the most efficiently. She's joined us on the bed (Tim is building a queen-size frame as I type this), and the three of them have settled on their own pecking order, putting Soleil beside my head, on the pillow, Arwen tucked into my torso or the crook of my legs, and Casey down at the foot of the bed.

She doesn't like being crated when I take the other two for a walk, but we're gradually giving her more trust and the freedom that goes with it, and we'll get to a point where the crate won't be necessary.

Here is the latest batch of pictures. The light certainly varies from one to the next, since we go out in the early morning and the middle of the afternoon, and there have been some frigid mornings this week that always bring with them a characteristic ''blue" light.

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/one-week-on Sat, 22 Feb 2020 23:37:51 GMT
settling in https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/settling-in Firstly, thank you for the warm welcome for Casey and for my reentry into social spheres. Work is keeping me incredibly busy, but I promised myself to try to keep posting sort of regularly.

Our pack of three is settling into a routine. The cat, on the other hand, is sulking in the cellar, in grumbling nonplussedness. 

We all shared the bed last night, at least for a while. I've ordered a larger bed...no seriously, I have.

The two youngsters are having some magnificent playfights, and nobody comes out with a mark, though Arwen usually ends up with a sucked neck. They disappeared into the living room this afternoon for a tussle, and 10 minutes or so later Arwen came into the kitchen looking like the cat who ate the canary. I asked her what she had, and she carefully spat out a plastic squeaker. One of the stuffed toys had ''got it'' and Arwen had appointed herself resident safety officer.

I made dog biscuits today, and I had all three of them licking peanut butter off my hands. How's that for family dynamics?

No...it is not perfect. In fact it's much closer to organized chaos. But we are figuring it all out.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/settling-in Wed, 19 Feb 2020 22:38:50 GMT
Breaking the silence...with news https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/breaking-the-silence-with-news  

 

Hi

 

Well that's a start at least.

 

It's been a long time, and I have received many messages and even handwritten missives asking after my health and wondering where I went to.

 

There's no short or easy answer. I think in retrospect the whole kickstarter campaign just took me way out of my depth in terms of social interaction, and I sorely needed a breather after it was all over. 

At the same time, I took on a new client with my ''real'' job, and work intensified greatly. This was intended to be temporary, but that was September, and things have not abated since, and I have been working 7 days a week, many hours a day/night, just to try to keep up. This is the reality of being a sole proprietor and a work-from-homer, and I know that's what I signed up for and I would not trade it for the world. I love the freedom of being answerable only to myself, yet I realize that my boss is one of the hardest-driving taskmasters, virtually impossible to please. Since November, I have had one single day, weekends and holidays included, where I did not work. That was Christmas. 

Simply put, I just have not had the time or the energy for social interaction, and what little free time I have had, I realized that it needed to be invested in me and only me. Selfishness in the name of sanity, if you will.

Thank you to everyone who has expressed concern and love. I hope that you understand, and I am sorry for being so silent and unresponsive.

And the final scrap of sanity officially went out the window this weekend. Against all better judgement, we have adopted a one-year old yellow Lab who goes by the name of Casey. Casey had a bit of a rough beginning, but at 6 months old she was rescued by an amazing, caring lady, who got her out of a bad situation but also realized that a young Lab needed human and ideally canine company throughout the day. So here we are, flying by the seat of our pants and figuring it out as we go along. We have always said that Arwen will be inconsolable when Soleil goes, and the plan was certainly to get another dog when that horrible day does inevitably arrive, but perhaps to mitigate the shock and ease the transition, it might be an idea to acquire said ''replacement'' sooner rather than later. That's the logic, at any rate. 

On the anniversary of my dad's passing, the final thing that I looked at that evening was a facebook share (I do confess to still lurking on social media, even if I have not been posting) about Casey needing a home. I've seen any number of these shares and never acted on them, but something about this one compelled me to reach out. 

Wish us luck. 

And say hello to Casey.

 

 



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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2020/2/breaking-the-silence-with-news Sun, 16 Feb 2020 21:20:25 GMT
rituals https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/rituals When I come back indoors from my morning run, the dogs are waiting (jumping) at the door. Arwen usually has one of her orange balls in her mouth, but Soleil wants my mittens, which I will have already shucked and put into my hand, ready to give to her as I open the door.

When she's done parading around with them, the mittens go onto a heat register on the floor, to dry out. 

Later in the day, Arwen will go and get them, and bring them to me, to tell me it's time for a walk. If I don't demur immediately, she'll lay down and snooze on them until I'm ready.

It's these little tics that make each dog special, and that make each day special too. These are the ones we will always remember them by.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/rituals Thu, 28 Nov 2019 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/catching-up-part-four Mon, 25 Nov 2019 15:00:00 GMT
catching up part three https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/catching-up-part-three

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/catching-up-part-three Fri, 22 Nov 2019 15:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/more-catching-up Tue, 19 Nov 2019 15:00:00 GMT
catching up - November 2019 https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/catching-up---november-2019 It has been a whirlwind few weeks, with an onslaught of translation work, all of the packing and mailing of the 70+ books ordered on Kickstarter, now winging their way all over the world, treating a corneal ulcer for Soleil, travelling to the city and back, running a marathon, and so on.

In the space of that two or three weeks, we went from beautiful fall foliage and near summer-like temperatures to -10C as a high today, and snowfall that began on November 1 and really has not relented since.

I simply have not had the time to upload and edit any photos lately, but I did manage to get to it today.

I will break the catch-up pictures into three separate blog posts.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/11/catching-up---november-2019 Sat, 16 Nov 2019 18:48:30 GMT
a jaunt out to a former cottage https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/a-jaunt-out-to-a-former-cottage

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/a-jaunt-out-to-a-former-cottage Wed, 23 Oct 2019 14:00:00 GMT
autumn in the village https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/autumn-in-the-village

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/autumn-in-the-village Mon, 21 Oct 2019 14:00:00 GMT
lakeside https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/lakeside

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/lakeside Fri, 18 Oct 2019 14:00:00 GMT
they will miss the lake as winter comes https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/they-will-miss-the-lake-as-winter-comes

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/they-will-miss-the-lake-as-winter-comes Wed, 16 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
autumn colours https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/autumn-colours

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/autumn-colours Mon, 14 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
Rosseau street gang https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/rosseau-street-gang

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/rosseau-street-gang Fri, 11 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
My book has arrived https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/my-book-has-arrived This is the realization of a lifetime dream. And I am just as thrilled at the thought of youngsters learning to read using my book!

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/my-book-has-arrived Fri, 11 Oct 2019 00:15:29 GMT
a-corny picture or two https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/a-corny-picture-or-two

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/a-corny-picture-or-two Wed, 09 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
in her happy place https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/in-her-happy-place

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/in-her-happy-place Mon, 07 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
the passoff https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/the-passoff

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/the-passoff Fri, 04 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
blue infinity https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/blue-infinity

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/10/blue-infinity Wed, 02 Oct 2019 13:00:00 GMT
contemplation https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/contemplation

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/contemplation Mon, 30 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
col-lab-oration triptych https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/col-lab-oration-triptych

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/col-lab-oration-triptych Fri, 27 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
chillaxin' https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/chillaxin

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/chillaxin Wed, 25 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
Bermuda triangle? https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/bermuda-triangle

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/bermuda-triangle Mon, 23 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
those whiskers! https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/those-whiskers

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/those-whiskers Fri, 20 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
shimmers https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/shimmers

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/shimmers Wed, 18 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
Canopy heart https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/canopy-heart

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/canopy-heart Mon, 16 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
nature's own bouquet https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/natures-own-bouquet

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/natures-own-bouquet Fri, 13 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
dream a little dream https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/dream-a-little-dream When you're a senior citizen, recharging the batteries happens more frequently and lasts a little bit longer.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/dream-a-little-dream Wed, 11 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
You never know who'll canoe on by... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/you-never-know-wholl-canoe-on-by ...when you're down at the point for a swim.

Robyn, Derek, and family (Jemma, Kate and Rusty) came paddling up the Shadow River just as we reached the beach. Swimming and playing ensued. There's no better combination than dogs and kids.

I wish I'd had my camera a couple of days prior, when another neighbour was snorkelling down at the point, and this provoked the most alarmed reaction you can imagine from two very befuddled Labradors. The neighbour was actually very kind, and put the snorkel and mask up on the rock so they could sniff it, then let them greet him as a recognizable human.

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/you-never-know-wholl-canoe-on-by Mon, 09 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
filthy... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/filthy ...and proud of it.

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/filthy Fri, 06 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
I am the sky in your eyes https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/i-am-the-sky-in-your-eyes

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/i-am-the-sky-in-your-eyes Wed, 04 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/9/lakeside Mon, 02 Sep 2019 13:00:00 GMT
goosing... https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/goosing

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/goosing Fri, 30 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
late summer Saturday, after the rain https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/late-summer-saturday-after-the-rain

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/late-summer-saturday-after-the-rain Wed, 28 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
stripes https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/stripes

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/stripes Mon, 26 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
a camera crisis and a cause for confusion https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/a-camera-crisis-and-a-cause-for-confusion Last week, I was photographing the dogs as I do every day. We were down at the point; all of us were in the water; I have a little ''dog-walking'' camera, a small Canon SLR, and it serves the purpose admirably, punching much higher than its plastic weight, giving me some remarkably decent-quality images without having to cart my professional equipment around. It's small and light enough that I can even take it for a run, by holding it by the grip and winding the neck strap around my arm a few times. I used it all the way across Canada and back last year, when we drove out to Vancouver Island, and it captured some stunning images through the car windshield.

I like to get about mid-thigh deep in the water then bend from the waist and get the camera almost right down to the water surface to photograph the dogs at their level while they are swimming. If you read this blog, you've seen many of this very sort of pictures. One morning this week, however, the strap let go on one side, and the entire camera tumbled into the lake. And just like that, it was game over for my faithful little companion.

Fortunately, I'd accrued a raft of loyalty points and I was able to ''buy'' an exact replacement for a couple of hundred dollars. 

I posted one of the below pictures of the dogs on facebook, captioning it '' This was the last picture I took before my little Canon took a final, fatal swim in Lake Rosseau". Little did I know that not a lot of people realize that Canon is a camera, and more than a few friends had read it in the sense that my dog, Canon, had drowned or succumbed to algae poisoning. I had to step in and reassure everybody that it was just a camera that had met a sad demise.

The new camera will be treated with a bit more respect, I promise.

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/a-camera-crisis-and-a-cause-for-confusion Fri, 23 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
catnap https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/catnap  

Curled, coiled;
Comfortably cocooned.
Carefree, cozy,
Comatose contentment;
Calmly cradled
Catnap

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/catnap Wed, 21 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
Georgian Bay - miscellany https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/georgian-bay---miscellany

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/georgian-bay---miscellany Mon, 19 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
subtle signs of early autumn https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/subtle-signs-of-early-autumn Much as I'd like to deny it, autumn is seeping into summer. All of the little signs are there; you don't have to look too hard to find them. The light is changing, from bright and stark to something more gentle and golden. My watch conveniently displays sunset time, and when I was on Parry Island last week, the first sunset I photographed was at 8:45. By the end of that week we were dialled back to 8:39.

The goldenrod, asters and Queen Anne's Lace have picked up the torch from the daisies and hawkweed. The crowns of a few hardwoods are beginning to change colour, and in fact all of the deciduous trees are morphing from a deep green to a more olive colour. Our apple tree in the back yard is simply laden with fruit, which has begun to drop onto the ground, and will soon be attracting deer and bears as they forage to prepare themselves for the coming winter. Berries are drooping off bushes, ready to fuel the journeys of migrating birds, some of which are already passing through from further northern reaches.

The nights are cooler and more comfortable for sleeping, and in the mornings there is often some mist as the colder air meets the warmish surfaces of land and water. Last week, on Parry Island, we even had an evening of squalls. Squalls are weather phenomena that bring lake-effect precipitation inland. In order for them to form, the surface temperature of the body of water needs to be at least 13* C warmer than that of the air passing above it. This is far more common in wintertime, when we get the infamous snow streamers. But in summertime it makes for a dramatic sky to watch.

While I dread the coming of winter, I can't help but marvel at how nature is constantly moving and changing, and gifting us with signs and messages of what is to come. 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/subtle-signs-of-early-autumn Fri, 16 Aug 2019 23:49:49 GMT
Georgian Bay - the people https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/georgian-bay---the-people Just a fun collection of family pictures. 

 

 

 

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paula.a.banks@gmail.com (Catchlight Canada) https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/georgian-bay---the-people Thu, 15 Aug 2019 13:00:00 GMT
Georgian Bay - the dogs https://www.paulabanks.ca/blog/2019/8/georgian-bay---the-dogs Soleil and Arwen had the most wonderful time this week at the cottage. They went dashing down the steep path to the water at every opportunity that I gave them, and when they were not swimming, they were enjoying plenty of love and attention and treats from the family.