[av_image src=’http://ourgreatescape.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Tree-800×533.jpg’ attachment=’5154′ attachment_size=’large’ align=’center’ styling=” hover=’av-hover-grow’ link=” target=” caption=” font_size=” appearance=” overlay_opacity=’0.4′ overlay_color=’#000000′ overlay_text_color=’#ffffff’ animation=’no-animation’][/av_image] [av_heading tag=’h1′ padding=’10’ heading=’Loose on the Palouse’ color=” style=” custom_font=” size=” subheading_active=” subheading_size=’15’ custom_class=”][/av_heading] [av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=”] Some days, it feels like it’s still winter. In April. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s windy. We attempted an escape last… Continue reading Loose on the Palouse
One scene, two visions
[av_image src=’http://ourgreatescape.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Rux-outbuilding-800×533.jpg’ attachment=’5129′ attachment_size=’large’ align=’center’ styling=” hover=’av-hover-grow’ link=” target=” caption=” font_size=” appearance=” overlay_opacity=’0.4′ overlay_color=’#000000′ overlay_text_color=’#ffffff’ animation=’no-animation’][/av_image] [av_heading tag=’h1′ padding=’10’ heading=’One scene, two visions’ color=” style=” custom_font=” size=” subheading_active=” subheading_size=’15’ custom_class=”][/av_heading] [av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=”] It was a chilly November morning. We left Spokane bright and early with coffee in our hands and plans for a… Continue reading One scene, two visions
It’s a boy!
This has been a long time coming, right? It feels like forever since I broke the news that we’d sent the Great Escape off to retire with her new, and probably final, owner. Some days, I miss the little rattle in the front end when I hit that rough section of the I-90 (you know the… Continue reading It’s a boy!
A long, tough goodbye
I don’t normally become attached to “things.” Things are disposable. They’re replaceable. They don’t hold your memories; your heart, your head and your blog preserve those special moments. For a long time then, “things” were easy to toss out. Until recently.
Back to schools
Nothing lasted very long in Lamoine … or Arup. Unless you want to talk about the schoolhouse. It’s still standing after 100 years. Long after Arup was platted. Long after Arup became Lamoine. And long after Lamoine became deserted when the railroad took a pass on the little town. [av_image src=’http://ourgreatescape.ca/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Schoolhouse-Lamoine-1030×581.jpg’ attachment=’4997′ attachment_size=’large’ align=’center’ styling=”… Continue reading Back to schools
Fridge art
I have a moment in my writing career I’ll never forget. My Sunbird was all packed up and I was destined for British Columbia. The boyfriend was flying home from Vancouver — on my mother’s dime — to drive to the other side of the world with me. My last assignment in Newfoundland was a… Continue reading Fridge art
A housebound escape
This doesn’t have anything to do with reading. Even though reading is the best escape I can take without leaving the house. No, this is about losing myself on my laptop in a way that doesn’t involve writing. I’ve been learning how to use Photoshop, trying to get better at this art called photography. Back… Continue reading A housebound escape
The process
I am inspired by the people I work with. Not by a process. I went for an interview with a marketing agency once in Calgary. It was for contract work and I thought that’s where I wanted my career to go after pimping out cable TV, internet and phone services for two years. Contract work.… Continue reading The process
A serendipitous encounter
“Hey, miss.” How’s your day? “Awesome! Hey, did you happen to take any pictures of us fishing?” Sure did! “Are you a professional photographer?” I’m trying to be. “Would you be willing to send me one of your pictures? I’ll pay you for it.” I decided this week I need to spend more time with… Continue reading A serendipitous encounter
The journalist, part 2
I’m a terrible driver. At least according to my husband. When I’m driving, my hands tend to follow my head. So, if I’m trying to spy an abandoned barn or house on the side of the road, the car drifts toward the side I’m looking at. This never caused me an issue on the backroads… Continue reading The journalist, part 2