Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Everyday Moments

August 21, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

Everyday is composed of moments, some insignificant, others worth savouring. Time spent with grandchildren is the latter – their presence, always refreshing, the interaction guaranteed to leave a warmth that glows long past our parting. Through them I alive again, reminded of my own childhood, and how pleasure is to be found in the simplest […]

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Patterns

August 14, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple and white form the basis for this pattern at Butchart Gardens, Victoria, B.C. Mother Nature displays her artistry in the mountains of the Tonto National Forest in Arizona. My granddaughter (much to her mother’s dismay) is not concerned with coordination of colours, going in for bold patterns: (Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week is patterns.)

Lens-Artists Challenge: Blue

August 7, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Blue is the promise of Arizona’s skies in February; It is the delight of neon dragonflies on a summer’s day; It’s nature’s artistry unsurpassed. (Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week is blue.)

A Photo A Week: Celebration

July 7, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

A year ago, as we sold off the rest of the contents of our house, I was both excited and wary about the path we had chosen. Two-and-a-half years confined to a bed had stripped me of the ability to dream, but my husband was not about to give up. “I will put wheels on […]

Having a Why

(This is found poem, previously posted on OneWoman’s Quest II)

Over It!

One day it’s so mild that I don’t bother with a coat, the next we wake up to snow on the ground. The plants pushing up through the soil seem a little more patient than me – as if they are humouring nature’s fickleness. I’m ready for clear change. A pair of finches just flew […]

Present Distance

I’ve lived the fog of distance –life’s highway a series of hillsdestination without promise Have learned that acceptance gains perspective,that climates change, and hope sustains,and that in the stillness dreams renew. Now I travel quieter paths, appreciatespace, have surrendered to a slower pace –certain that this too will change. (image my own)