Birds, Trees, and Sky

November 20, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Weekend Sky

Changes

November 14, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

After 7 weeks of respiratory illness, I think I’m finally on the mend. The family of refugees we’ve been hosting signed their first lease yesterday, and will be moving December 1st. Although hubby and I agreed that we wouldn’t host another family, we have committed to a single woman, my age, who we’ll take in […]

Leafy Frames

November 4, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

It’s November already, and before I bid adieu to Autumn, I wanted to share these two photos, highlighting the seasonal hooray.

Red Maple Leaves

September 23, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Pick a topic.

Clouds With Attitude

October 30, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Colours of Autumn

September 27, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

My right eye seems to be having detachment issues, so while I await a visit with the eye doc, I have not been able to get out with the camera. I did manage to capture some Fall images at a local garden centre, so here’s my submission for Lens-Artists Weekly Photo Challenge: colours of Autumn.

Rural Life

December 23, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Rural Southwestern Ontario, Canada. For Cee’s Midweek Madness challenge: pick a topic from her photo.

Mourning Skies?

November 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky.

October Skies

October 17, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’s Weekend Skies

Maple Leaf

November 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]

The Car Crash

That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]

Empty Surges

Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.

Hurricane

Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.