After an evening at the sulphur springs

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Things I see here are:

Hot sulphur mountain steaming outdoor pool, mountains at dusk, clear skies

I notice:

Deja vue, been here with this moment before - right decision to come!

The colours in this grid are like:

Balance warmth safe held and contained.

 

Light show at dinner!

And Light Returns to the Mountains

 in the studio, if not outside?

Spaces of Thought: Where Do You Go To When You Go There?

Studio installation taking form:

Space to Ski

The last weekend of the ski season, a beautiful sunny day, and an opportunity not to be missed to film the mountains!

 

 

44: Sunshine Skiing

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Things I see here are:

Space rejuvenation fresh air new friends and skiing down mountains

and flying up through the air in chairlifts and gondolas

I notice:

The ripples all the way down the mountain

The colours in this grid are like:

A special day of sunshine and snow

Guest Grid from the Johnson Canyon

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Things I see here are:

The mountains

I notice:

Rock formations

The colours in this grid are like:

Solid

Love-in-g the mountains

Evening light on a walk up tunnel mountain; or: the sleeping  buffalo. 

With views over Banff to Vermilion Lakes; 

from the far side of the mountain towards Cascade Valley. 

Colour Grid 1000089

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Things I see here are:

Tall trees and the stony paths. Light peeping as it travels beyond the mountains

I notice:

My hand are cold and the air still

The colours in this grid are like:

Being snuggled into rocks on the way back down tunnel mountain - the sleeping buffalo

Dramatic Skies from the Dining Room

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Things I see here are:

A bright golden patch where sunlight reflects from the forest, 

a patch of blue and white where the light hides above and beyond the mountain

I notice:

That light doesn't always come from a source that's obvious, 

sometimes the interplay is behind the scenes

The colours in this grid are like:

A meditation on states of being

And half an hour of warm food and good conversation later, the skies have changed again:

Lake Louise

is said to be the most beautiful place in the world...

I'm not sure about that, I think myne might be somewhere with more open skies, but it's hard to think of only one place. Certainly Lake Louise and the mountains around are gorgeous, perfectly framed for looking out of the chateau windows at the views enjoyed a century and two before. Certainly it was the most beautiful day to visit, with warm spring sunshine, wind sweeping the clouds, the melting snow still covering the frozen lake and clinging to the mountains, creases showing where avalanches may fall - one did in the distance whilst we were there.

And inspiring: the place and the journey there.
A piece of work I've drawn out to make, sound recorded, photographs, plan for an installation, I think I have most of what I need and can rustle together the rest... I can see it fitting into the studio here.

The trails and even lakeside path are still pretty snowy to walk, so I found a little stopping place to find some space not to think. Just to hear, here, to empty and to read the landscape. [Half way there already with flow yoga this morning followed by a divine raw food breakfast at Wild Flowers in town - cinnamon date roll with a sweet nut butter]

So the space of stillness within recording became a space where thought only comes with an intention to act, interaction with others in a world passing by.

I've had a dilemma the last few days. I've found myself wanting to set the context in these posts, annotate the grids, catch a little more of the passing time "this is what happened, this is what I did". I think it's just a reaction to a week gone by, a tension of work imminent - wanting to be done, which feels very present in this program.
I would prefer to stop and just to paint pictures with my posts. Whisper what is rippling in the wind.

Pedro Reyes' Fragments were an inspiration: reading for the first seminar last week. Fragments of conversations over the years. Pointers of inquiry, strands that make one want to find the source from which they came.
I haven't written anything about the seminars yet. Preferring to mull, take time to reflect, see where this all leads.
What will I want to remember that I am not tracing here?
That was the question I asked myself sitting by the side of Lake Louise, motionless, for half an hour just still like the mountains, ears as the microphone recording the sounds of time.