Love is…

February 1, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fences

January 29, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Black and White Photo challenge: Fences and Gates

Red

January 25, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Sunrise Strip

January 15, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky

Fascinated by Feathers

January 13, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red-breasted Nuthatch shows off his public feathers and his downy underside. For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: feathers

A Ukrainian/Canadian Christmas Celebration

January 9, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.

More than 150 people gathered yesterday in our local Presbyterian Church to celebrate Ukrainian Christmas. I am too tired to say much more than I am warmed to my core and so grateful for all these people, who have come into our lives since our decision to host a Ukrainian family. The photos capture it […]

Last on the Card for 2022

January 1, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

One last sunset and a year end doodle for Bushboy’s Last on the card challenge.

Holiday Gold

December 30, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Holiday colours

Nature in Black and White

December 11, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The natural monotone state of Winter is captured in the first photograph, while I chose black and white for the little wader to emphasize the mood. For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: All about nature.

Origin

Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)

The Last Train (Sonnet)

We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]

Mouse Massacre

There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]