Granny, as I call her, is of course Sara’s Granny, but I love her as if she were my own grandmother. Here are two pictures of her that I love. One was taken two years ago and one about two weeks ago in the last days of December 2009. The older photo won a ribbon at Rockton Fair Photography Competition in the portraits department.
I’m planning to share some of Granny’s stories here in the blog, too. She grew up in Kirkcaldy on the Firth of Forth in the Kingdom of Fife, then after her marriage moved to Rhodesia, where my Mum-in-law and Uncle George were born. The family in time moved back to Kirkcaldy and then to Canada.
These pictures were taken at Sara’s Dad’s party, 20 December 2009. I continue to look for small things to photograph and study. Sitting beside the table full of food (where else would I be?) I saw how beautiful these things were, especially before the party began.
The shine of the silver against the matte of the olives appeals to me greatly. Such beauty in such simple things is always wonderful.
At Dad’s party, the food is always wonderful. Dad’s partner, Mary, bought some Spanish cheese “not Manchego” and I continue to search for it. The rind looked like Manchego, but it was a richer cheese, although about the same texture. I’d better drive the whole five minutes to the cheese shop in Dundas, which is an amazing place full of the smells and sights of the cheese world!