Wilson Farmhouse © Michelle Basic Hendry
Recently I had the pleasure of visiting with one of my early teachers, Pat Fairhead. We had a lovely conversation over tea; we talked about art and exciting places and watched the ducks which still converge on her cottage for corn until the river freezes over. Pat has a wonderfully expressionist brush and a passion for the Arctic – to which she has been 7 times. The most recent trip was September of this year and she is in her late seventies. She is living proof that our limits are often dictated only by our own imaginations. The day was overcast and snowing gently and I must say I found myself the most relaxed I had been in over a month.
It goes without saying the world is changing quickly, and seems to be more unstable in recent months than it has been in a very long time. Its effects are inescapable for most and all too direct for some, so a peaceful visit was like a tonic.
After turning around – the Church* that had done the reflecting © Michelle Basic Hendry
I was feeling energized at the end of the visit and decided to drive into Bala and revisit the Wilson farmhouse. I had not seen it since early May and was anxious to see it in snowy splendour. As I went toward the bridge over the Bala Falls, an orange light in the window of the old stone church caught my eye. At first, I thought it was a light on in the building and quickly realized that it was a reflection of the setting sun peeking quickly out of the mass of snow clouds under which we have been shrouded for so many days. I turned around in my seat to see it. I couldn’t pull over right away, but when I did, I was rewarded with some of the most breathtaking gold and pink light.
Sunset at the Falls Bridge © Michelle Basic Hendry
I no sooner snapped a couple of quick photographs and it disappeared behind the clouds once again. The camera could not catch it in full beauty – I think some things are a gift for memory alone. Warmed by being given a gift that I might have missed entirely if it were not for the Church window, I began to reflect on how another journey I had been on – a journey of Spirit.
Remains of the Day © Michelle Basic Hendry
A few minutes later I arrived at the farmhouse with barely enough light to catch the subtle values of snow in shadow and the gray water of the river. The house still stands beautifully overlooking the Moon River and its mantle of snow hides, for now, some of the trials of age. I sometimes wonder if a house could speak, would it tell a story of its past, or muse on time as if it were the very water passing by its front door.
Wilson Barn © Michelle Basic Hendry
It seems that the apparent dark times force us to be thankful for so many of the simplest gifts that we are offered by being lucky enough to be alive right now. In that can be found the deepest, richest inspiration. In a year where Christmas may be lighter on the exchange of gifts, we have the opportunity to see how rich we already are in our hearts.
* The Burgess Memorial Church – built in 1926 by the town’s founder on Burgess land. Designated a Heritage Building in 2002. Built due to certain town Presbyterians rejection of the uniting of the Methodist and Presbyterian Churches. Locals and cottagers were encouraged to bring stone for the building of the Church and some fieldstone was brought in from as far as the United States.
Michelle, Your photographs are truly inspiring. I could feel the cold air and the serene stillness of the countryside.
Great photos, tale and thoughts. That first one almost looks like a painting. The snow on the roof looks like icing on a cake.
Lovely cold, icy, snowy photos. It will not be long now until we are looking forward to the days getting longer. We have sunset about 3.30 pm in Scotland.
Picture perfect is what I would say!!
Michelle,
Oh how I love these posts with wonderful stories and architecture. As always, your photographs are inspiring. You have the magic touch.
Love,
Linda
A lovely post. 🙂 Reminds me of similar times, when nature seemed to put on a show “just for me.” Those are cherished moments, to be sure.
Thanks, Janelle!
Kinsey – The first one may very well end up a painting…
wowcthis – I was in Scotland in May ’96 and I was amazed at how much light you had. It never got completely dark!
Thanks, Sadia! 🙂
Linda – I know you do and so I make a point of doing these as often as I can!
Lana – Yes! It did feel just for me… and that made it more sacred.
Michelle, what an incredible lady Ms. Fairhead must be! Visiting with one who knows how to seize life is always a treat. What a wonderful website she has!
Your photos are breathtaking, as always, and the commentary only makes them better!
Thanks Jean! Pat is a very celebrated artist and has paintings in the Queen’s collection at Windsor. She knows exactly who she is. Amazing lady, indeed!
Your photographs are magical and reading your post I feel like I have been on this wonderful little trip.
all the best this holiday season
corrine
Michelle,
I really love your photo of the Wilson farmhouse. Beautiful and strong ambiance !
Am I seeing the beginning of a beautiful winter painting in the top photograph?
What a nice walk through a winter evening.
Wonderful collection of photos Michelle…I agree with Kinsey…a painting of the first one would be perfect…but then the Wilson Barn might be something to think about as well…there you go you have your work cut out for you!!! :0)
Having said all that I do think my personal favorite is the Remains of the Day…Cheers
Heather – Well with all those comments – it is a little painting now! LOL!
I like Remains of the Day, too…