Here’s a classic family photo of the Three Sisters mountains in Canmore, Alberta. Everyone in Canmore had these photos. I saw one at my cousin’s place - it had been my aunt’s. My daughter has one. The Three Sisters peaks stand behind the Bow River as it flows in colours reflecting the sky. It is a summer day but looks muted, and the sky behind the clouds is more grey than blue. A Moroccan lamp from my room peeks around the right corner, reflected in the glass of the framed photo.
Thank you Carol for sending these personal memories, they are so very precious. Love the hand coloured photo of the Three Sisters. Those are 3 very beautiful women. My husband Jacques won a helicopter trip for two through and around the 3 Sisters. Will never forget that day with the mountains so close you felt you could reach out ad touch them.
I love the thought that every family in Canmore had this photograph and that you even learned the elements involved in the hand-colouring. When we first came to Banff in the early 60's , Canmore still had vestiges of the old mining town it had once been. We are so lucky to live among so much beauty.
This a glorious piece. An amalgam of personal history with natural history and I love that you talk about learning to walk, the real learning to walk but also the metaphor of being out in the world untethered.
There've been more responses to this post - one meme on three sisters that I just added to the web posting, and a sweet conversation with someone whose family was also from Canmore and had 3 sisters, mapped on these same peaks!
Thank you Carol for sending these personal memories, they are so very precious. Love the hand coloured photo of the Three Sisters. Those are 3 very beautiful women. My husband Jacques won a helicopter trip for two through and around the 3 Sisters. Will never forget that day with the mountains so close you felt you could reach out ad touch them.
I love the thought that every family in Canmore had this photograph and that you even learned the elements involved in the hand-colouring. When we first came to Banff in the early 60's , Canmore still had vestiges of the old mining town it had once been. We are so lucky to live among so much beauty.
This a glorious piece. An amalgam of personal history with natural history and I love that you talk about learning to walk, the real learning to walk but also the metaphor of being out in the world untethered.
Thank you Carol. You remember learning to walk! Wow!
About that remembering - my mum told me this story all through my life so it's fused with my memory now.
That is a wonderful story, memory. Here's to your Mum and you. xo
There've been more responses to this post - one meme on three sisters that I just added to the web posting, and a sweet conversation with someone whose family was also from Canmore and had 3 sisters, mapped on these same peaks!