What I just noticed is that the photographs from the Muskoka Heritage Place and the photographs from Watercress Pond share a theme I wasn't aware of before: I'll call it the delicate past. And that was likely part of the magic of that place for us. Stepping outside of time. Because inside of time was cancer and mortality, and stepping into a timeless place meant safety of a sort. At least temporarily. There's also a theme of domesticity and a delight in the complexity of aesthetics and function.