Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Green vision

As a graphic designer I consider the environmental impacts of graphic design products throughout a life cycle that includes: raw material; transformation; manufacturing; transportation; use; and disposal.

I engage in sustainable practice and aim to use techniques, processes, and
materials that will help reduce the detrimental environmental, social, and
economic impact of the design.

When I develop a design or propose a concept I consider:
reducing the amount of materials required for production
using paper and materials made with recycled, post-consumer waste
printing with low-VOC inks
what production methods require the least amount of transport
if the product can fulfill more than one purpose
if the end-product is biodegradable or recyclable
if the end-product can be replaced by a digital, rather than printed, format

Sunday, February 14, 2010

flowers from afar



Although my true love and I have spent yet another valentines day apart, cupid trudged through the snow to deliver a burst of spring. Fleurs to put some sunshine in this gloomy February day. Back across the miles I send this song. A Chris Rea favourite that has become the unofficial anthem of this long distance love affair. I can feel your heart beat.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010



A friend of mine celebrated a big birthday today. To mark the milestone she invited friends to join her at a Breast Cancer Fundraiser last Sunday. The event involved brunch, basketball and lots of feathers. We gathered at the Brussels Restaurant and then spent a couple hours court side watching the Halifax Rainmen. It was great to look up at the scoreboard and see all that pink. I even caught the birthday girl herself. Happy Birthday Pam!


Rainmen Flagmen


Saturday, February 6, 2010

the bend in the road

Rocks and telephone pole

This evening I took Jigs out to stomp along look-off path near Herring Cove. I have thought about stopping here dozens of times but until this evening I had never made a point of it. When I pulled up, the setting sun was pouring a golden light on McNabs Island on the opposite shore and the Lighthouse was picked out as a sharp slash of white on Maughers Beach. Halifax Harbour opens up to the North Atlantic at Herring Cove and an endless calm blue sea stretched out beyond the rocky shoreline. The deep cold forced me to take quick snaps as my fingers froze solid when my mitts were off for more then a minute or two. At the waterline the rocks were coated with ice thrown up by the spray and it was tricky walking with my big clunky boots. Jigs happily zoomed around and I kept losing sight of her against the granite blocks. Her beige fur is a perfect camouflage against the stone.

Herring Cove - view to McNabs

whale back rock

Salt spray ice on granite

Herring Cove - view to the southeast

Icy splash

jigs horizon

Snow and rocks

Jigs Camo

View to chebucto head

Thursday, February 4, 2010

into the gloaming


The brutal cold of this last week has come packaged with sharp blue skies and glorious sunshine. At the end of the day, when the shadows and clouds step into the scene, it is enough to take my breath away. Tonight Jigs and I got outside just as mother nature's evening show was starting. The rowdy gang of crows that lives in these woods was putting up a large ruckus and filled the sky as they swooped from tree to tree. No doubt they were arguing about who got the best branch to view the sunset.

dingle tower clouds

clouds and bandstand

clouds and crows


Monday, February 1, 2010

groundhog day

Tower and Sun

The marmot has spoken. Shubenacadie Sam poked his nose out into the sunshine this morning. This year he concurred with Punxsutawney Phil, there will be 6 more weeks of winter. Kind of a no brainer when you live in Nova Scotia.

Lauchie imported the term groundhog day into our household about 12 years ago. He was working offshore in Norway and one of his workmates ended every shift by playing Sarah Brightman's Time to Say Goodbye. Just like the movie, everyday was like groundhog day. Everyday the same as the last, the days rolled out ahead with no end in sight and the work was an interminable grind. Lauchie claims that Groundhog Day is his favourite movie and likes to quip "It's said to be the most spiritual movie of all time". And who doesn't love a movie that gives you a shot at redemption?

Jigs and Bandstand

NW Arm

Jigs top of hill

Jigs on Loop Road

JIgs-shadow inspector

NW Arm sunset

Sunday, January 31, 2010

give the man what he wants


When I emailed Lauchie and told him that it had snowed again, he immediately wrote back "Any more photos?". Rather then bore him with another round of shots of the Dingle woods, yesterday I braved the -20 c degree windchill to go on a downtown mission to find fresh views. During an errand run on Friday, I had noticed that the great iron gates of the Public Gardens were crusted in snow and the open fields of Citadel hill were drifted in white. I have not walked up to the Citadel in a long time and it was a great day for a trot around the ramparts. The air was bracing, the blue sky exhilarating and the hill was steeper then it looked. Jigs, my co-pilot, gave the destination two paws up.














Saturday, January 30, 2010

address to a haggis

burns night
Aye, 'tis Burns Night agin. A few of my friends have been gathering to toast the bard, Robbie Burns, for several years. We aren't true scotchophiles, it's just an excuse to get together for a mid-winter meal. Tonight my dinner contribution is the salad. I am sure those were few and far between in the Scotland of Burn's time. An improvised offering of greens with candied pepper pecans and a maple-whiskey dressing will have to suffice. Up your kilt! Scots Wahey!

Friday, January 22, 2010

el toro

A couple of nights ago we had a few inches of snow. It fell in soft perfect flakes all day and by evening, the road looked like this:


Which meant I had to start up this:


Propelling a roaring, banging monster up and down the driveway does take a bit of the romance out of the moment. I was glad to shut it off, put it back in its cave and enjoy the silence. The pinky sky and snow laden branches were spectacular the next morning and the beauty of it has lingered. It almost makes the shoveling worth it. Almost, Lauchie, almost.