This blog began as a pandemic project, though I didn’t know it at the time. While stuck at home dodging the virus, I started exploring the life and work of my favourite artist, Emily Carr, and shared my discoveries online. After the pandemic, I moved to Vancouver Island—first to Nanaimo, where I gave online presentations on Emily Carr for local Elder Colleges, and then to Victoria, where I’ve led Emily Carr Guided…

Father and the moon seem part of each other as I remember that night, and both seem to belong to the night, and so did I. Father had taken us on a steamer for an excursion. The steamer ran onto a rock off Cadboro Bay. We were stuck there for hours hoping the high tide would float us off. When it did not, and the night got late, we were put ashore in…

We played ladies with a girl called Rhoda. There were six little girls, three in Rhoda’s family and three in ours. So we could have a father, a mother, two children (a good one and a bad one) and a visitor or a servant. But the only one of us who could act a first-rate mock swoon was Rhoda. She had a colourless pale face and was lean, with a faraway, languishing look…