"where are you headed, miss?"
asks the kindly conductor in an avuncular fashion
he looks at the ecoprint felt landskin arrayed across my person and adds
"only in my dreams" i say
"well, in that case, i'll wake you at Albany"
it is 3.40am and i have just spent 6 hours camping in the Amtrak
rail station at Niagara Falls
i am on my way to Vermont, having taken a train from Hastings,
another from Toronto
and then a taxi across the US/Canada border
i am probably the only visitor to this area who has not bothered to go and gawk at North America's oldest tourist attraction
in my defence, it is raining cats, dogs and iguanas and i am schlepping a sodden bag full of exhibition along with my changes of undies, laptop, new cookpot [thanks Monika] and toothbrush
after winding up at Joshua Creek [a delightful venue created by the visionary Sybil Rampen]
i had three days of r+r [ie doing my own work] boiling up pots in the woods of Ontario
incidentally, i would have posted more images of that last workshop, but for the wifi only being available at about midday [otherwise turned off]. given midday is working hours when teaching, it made things tricky.
no wifi, no posts, less publicity for the Joshua Creek Arts Centre. too bad.
oh, and whilst briefly in Toronto i also had the great joy of viewing Dorothy Caldwell's latest exhibition.
exquisite. [after clicking on the link, find Dorothy's name in the right hand column and click to view images of the work]