They Never Saw Me Coming

August 21, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A few candid shots from a recent community picnic for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Faces in the crowd

Framed by Trees

August 14, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A few favourite walks, framed by trees, for Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: framing

Great Blue Heron

August 11, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

While I stalk the Great Blue Heron, he stalks lunch… and rejects it… Not quite what he had a hankering for, I guess. For Bird of the Week challenge.

Squirrely Contrasts

August 8, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: contrasts Hope I made you smile.

Lines That Guide

August 6, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Debbie Smyth’s One Word Sunday: Lines

One

July 3, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A birthday celebration was the highlight of our weekend. One-year-old Tima could not believe we would leave her alone with a cake that size, lol. She also could not fathom why so many people crowded around to watch. A swim afterwards with her Dad brought her around to her old self.

Warbler

June 30, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There are many species of warblers, and most I am not able to identify. Google reverse image suggests this is a Blackburnian warbler (likely a female). Most importantly, these little birds always bring such joy. Thanks to Don’t Hold Your Breath for hosting a bird of the week challenge.

Weekend Sky

May 28, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A favourite drive. A place to breathe. Ric fell in the night again. He has been falling almost weekly since the New Year. Usually just scrapes and bruises but this time he broke two ribs. This doesn’t bode well going forward. I come to the river to catch my breath. For Weekend Sky

Serenity, Love, and Gratitude

May 12, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The moods conveyed by these images. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: moods

Industrial

May 7, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Industrial

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]

Flock

Blossoming

It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.