Carol Wiebe

Gates have great import. A gate signals coming into new territory, opening to another adventure, finding a different way. Often, the unfamiliar terrain is not accessible any other way. One must prove oneself, not only by figuring out how to unfasten the latch, but by paying the price of admission. At the Gate No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by argument

We have a beautiful gate at the entrance of our back yard, created for us by a very talented friend. I looked out the window a few days ago, and saw snow hugging the beautiful lines of the gate. It was a stunning graphic effect, begging to be captured in a photo. But even as I took the photograph, I knew those lines were obscured by the “interference” of other objects. I couldn’t hold up a sheet behind it to block out everything but the gate–my arm just isn’t long enough. Sno

A good friend of ours, Gail Snyder,  is a multi-talented artist who includes black smithing on her skills list. Cast your eyes over this custom designed steel gate which now graces the entrance to our backyard patio: Ted, who is no mean metalworker himself, helped with the constructions, but the design was Gail’s. I had merely made a suggestion that since  Ted and I grew up on the Canadian prairies, wheat might be made part of the theme. I call this spectacular. (You can stil