A Passenger’s View

I reconcile this passenger imposed life
through a photographer’s lens

Record the road ahead, the passages
find resonance in what lies outside my window.

(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: A window with a view)

Windows Close, Windows Open

As winter closes in on southwestern Ontario, I am making my way back to Texas. The window of time to visit Mom is now closed. She is much better than when I first arrived, and in fact, celebrates her 92nd birthday today. We have had a wonderfully intimate time together, something I will always treasure.

Apart from the blessing of spending time with Mom, I have experienced what I can only all a renewal of faith.

Being away from home has made me aware of how much of a bubble I live in. Ric and I have chosen a quiet, slow-paced existence, spending the majority of our time either in our own controlled environment or outside in nature. The noisy, smelly, crowded world of everyday life really closed in on me these past ten days, and along with it, a flare of pain, breathing difficulties, muscle cramps, exhaustion, and cognitive faltering. I realized how grateful I am for the life we lead, and will be happy to be home.

I fretted over the trip home, and in the end, we decided that I should travel to the airport the day before the flight and stay in a hotel, from which I am writing this post. I left midday, yesterday, and lucked out with a private airport coach, so the driver was able to accommodate my needs, including dropping me at the hotel, and helping me inside until further help took over.

At the border, the agent came out to me to check my passport – something the driver said never happens. At the hotel, they hung on to my suitcase while I had dinner. A patient waiter walked me through my dinner options and brought me an exquisite meal. I felt seen and pampered.

I’m going to use the metaphor of windows here again (after all, it is the focus of this week’s challenge). Always staying in one’s comfort zone, the view of the world is in danger of becoming rigid. Taking a risk, opens new windows, and as in my case, can restore or inspire new passion or motivation.

The last leg of the journey takes place in a few hours. I hope the angels of travel continue to watch over me.

Thanks to all who took place this week. If you haven’t browsed the entries yet, please do:


Cee’s Photography

Stuff and what if…

Sweet aroma


chosenperspectives 1

chosenperspectives 2

Willow Poetry

one letter UP



I’ll be back tomorrow with a new challenge. See you then!

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #30: Windows

I find myself obsessed by windows, sizing up the framed image for photogenic qualities and potential watercolour subjects. What is it, I wonder, that has so captured my imagination?

For two-and-a-half years, confined to a bed, windows were my only connection to the world – one framing bird feeders and happy activity, and the other a beautiful tree that helped me map the seasons.

Now, sitting at my mother’s side, awaiting death, I feel as if another window has opened up – one that reminds us that this life is temporary, and although we cannot know what lies beyond, there is faith to guide us.

So this week, let’s think about windows: the symbolism, the images, the questions they evoke.

I look forward to your responses.

To Participate: Create a post and link back to this one. All are welcome. Not sure how – just drop me a line.

Lens-Artists Challenge: Windows

Stone buildings line the main streets of this quaint little town, their windows a throwback to another era.  I walk the trail from the waterfront to the boutiques and cafés downtown.  Shops are closed, as it’s Sunday, but the windows beckon.

bird n cage in window.jpg

A bird atop a cage peeks out at me from a side window, and further along, I am able to capture these wings, the trees behind, and a self-portrait.

window, photographer

Maybe mid-week, I’ll be lucky enough to come back and try out the fare at this café.

cafe window

(Windows is the prompt for Lens-Artists this week.)

CFFC: Windows and Greenery

My lens is drawn to windows, not for what I can see beyond, rather for the mystery they invoke.


I watch the world through the frame of a window – life passing while I lie still, praying for better days – certain that few would guess that I am here, wonder at my well-being.

Now, able to get out of the house, camera in hand, I wonder who else might be trapped behind a window, listening to the calls of the birds, the constant flow of traffic, or the sound of my footsteps echoing on the walk below.


Rain falls and windows take on a protective edge, promising shelter, and a front row view from a place of comfort.


(Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Week 1:  window, bushes, etc.)

Post also works for my weekly challenge:  Mystery