Rediscovering a Love of Sketching

Over the past few years, my blog has ebbed and flowed. When I first started blogging four years ago, I had oodles of time, so I regularly shared stories and memories. Then I got busier and started sharing photos. Then I got really busy and started sharing… nothing.

But I enjoy this community of bloggers and readers, so I keep coming back, even if it’s not as frequently. Life is different now since the COVID-19 pandemic, and instead of driving around taking photos, my husband and I have been staying close to home.

This has led to my rediscovering a love of sketching. I’m bound and determined to make this season of our life precious and meaningful, so things I’ve been leaving until “tomorrow” are now being done “today.”

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A Sunrise of Hope on Easter Morning

Years ago, I attended a sunrise Easter service. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I can count on one hand how many sunrises I’ve seen. I am NOT a morning person. So, to actually set an alarm and plan to be up early is a huge ordeal for me.

But I wanted to attend the service, so there I was, up before 6:00 a.m., making my way to a cold, dark beach. It felt like the middle of the night. I was tired and grumpy, and I couldn’t see where I was going. There were little hazards everywhere, like random pieces of driftwood, uneven ground, and loose pebbles.

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Silent Sunday: The Romanian Music Played in My Heart

In Grade 12, I lived two provinces away from the Romanian Dance Ensemble I had performed with as a child. But the Romanian music continued to play in my heart.

And when asked to submit an art assignment with the topic of my choice, I chose to paint the Senior dancers from the Eminescu Romanian Dance Ensemble. I sketched the figures from a photo taken in Regina, Saskatchewan, in the 1970s.

The dance is called Oaș after a region in the northern part of Romania.

I didn’t get the faces right. People are notoriously hard to draw, at least for me! But I spent a lot of time on the fabric, trying to capture the movement.

And in the silence of the room, the music played in my heart while I sketched and painted.

Memories of Closed Captioning and Magnum, P.I.

One day in 2000 I was offered a very cool job recommended for people who had a knowledge of linguistics and experience playing the piano. It involved using machine shorthand to create closed captioning transcripts for television programs. Since I love TV and anything involving language, I was immediately intrigued and didn’t hesitate to accept the offer.

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