Wondering through the Pike Lake forest, traces of my family history is found in subtle ways. You cannot tell what animals once lived with in fence or how large the fence was. It's broken from trees falling onto it, leaving pieces of barbed wire stitched into the trees. I spent some time looking at the wire and how it was created- a simple but laboursome task I'm sure. I imagine it must of been the hand of my great-great-grandfather who wired it together. His hands touched many things here in the space I occupy.
I'm thrilled to have just submitted a grant proposal "Things and Beings" to the OAC, which will hopefully aid me in the exploration of this land, the objects and my history.
