One Woman's Quest II

Growing with gratitude for life's challenges

Last Laugh

July 1, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fourteen-year-old Alina thinks I’d look better with her hair colour. It was good for a laugh. (For Bushboy’s Last on the Card)

Okay, I’m Out Of Here…

July 28, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A (Photo) Tale of Two Birds

June 20, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Only in Texas…

September 14, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

The Canada Goose

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

A sign of Canadian humour. (For Proscenium’s Friday Follies)

Looking for Direction?

September 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Didn’t notice the sign when I shot this swarm of birds. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Nothing Here

August 24, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Historic…

August 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Better Believe It!

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Actually, I haven’t been inside, so I can’t make judgment, but I will say they are not humble. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Have a Peel In Need?

August 2, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

Small Town

No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)

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 […]