Alice Gerard

Yesterday was a warm winter day that felt like spring. It felt like a day to get out and move around. I had been inside for long enough. It seemed this winter as if there had been one storm after another. And one little disaster after another. Massive snow pileup on mailbox, causing it to […]

On Saturday, I went to Niagara Falls to see it covered in ice. My friend Eric joined me. We walked along the falls and saw the ice near the water that was falling over the edge. Then we went to Three Sisters Island, where the river and the wetlands were filled with ice. The water

The Niagara River never freezes over. It gets full of ice, which flow down the river or hug the shoreline, but the river itself never freezes over. Today, I went out in search of ice in the river and I found it close to shore. It looked fairly solid although I don’t know if I’d

Is winter a season? Or a state of being? Does the coldness last forever? How do you bring warmth to winter, when, outside, everything looks white and barren and lonely. Fortunately, there are ways to add color to the season. With color, there is warmth. With imagination, there is color. Therefore, imagination is the tool

Early in January, I posted that I intended to crochet one square a day for a year! (link to “The 365-day crochet project). And that worked, until I actually had thirty completed squares and it was time to start piecing together the afghan and crocheting the border. So I’ve had to adjust and include time

Today, I went for a walk along the river. It wasn’t a warm day but it wasn’t frightening and windy, like it was on Wednesday. So it was time to get out of the house and experience the Niagara River. All right. I actually know that the Niagara River isn’t a river. It’s a strait that

Thursday was a fun and adventurous day, definitely worthy of documenting. I started the day by doing the finishing touches on a photo display for my art exhibit at the Grand Island Memorial Library this month. The trees were still coveredwith ice after Wednesday’sice storm. Early in the afternoon, Kathy, an artist who has had two

Yesterday morning, I looked outside and saw that my world had been transformed into a winter magicland.  The glittery white snow was clinging to tree branches and to roofs. The sky was as white as the snow, and the upper tree branches, naked and stark, pointed like outstretched fingers toward it. My world slept, covered

On November 1st, I started writing a gratitude post a day. The idea was to get myself ready for Thanksgiving. At the end of November, I didn’t really want to stop so I continued. There have been a few days that I’ve forgotten to write a gratitude post, but that’s OK. I can be thankful

I just finished an online class that was taught by photographer Annie Liebovitz. She really opened up my eyes to seeing photography and the world in different ways.  Goody Claus wants to makeall dreams come true, butmy dream of footlightsand and life on the stagedid not happen. Photography was never my passion. Once, long ago,