Union, just off Gore

A blustery cold day, wind scouring the street with clouds of dead leaves and fresh snow halfway down the mountains - Heather.

Heather - in the studio

Remembrance Day

Nothing seemed to go right yesterday. Arguments, cuts, anxiety. Walked the streets for hours, trying to find the right spot to install the latest garland; but no luck. It got darker and colder and by early evening I was a complete mess. Then, sometime after 6 o'clock, in the middle of a dark alley, I remembered what the project was really all about.