Beneath the seams

She walked into the store confidently. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to turn that into the vision in her head. She, of absolute faith.

D’s to S’s

Dawn – Dusk

Dipping down

Dismally dull

Depressingly dark

Dreary & dingy

Heavy Deep Words on my Shelf

The words lie deeply layered, like leaves littering the forest floor. The many layers of the story peeling away to give rise to indigenous life now and then. The story braids its way around the microscopic world and how that impacts the lives of those who lived by the land.

The Cenotaph Men

A bit of random this and a lot of random that and I had fodder for Act of Remembrance post.

Thursday’s Crossroads

The crossroads sign can stop us and send us down a sunny dirt road and sometimes it’s just that. Occasionally a deer or moose can come out of no where and smack. It’s even possible for a tornado to pick up your vehicle. Sometimes the road literally falls away.

The Mercury

As the mercury (well ok so we don’t use mercury any more but it sounds good) rises the thoughts swirl and toss around in the hot air.

#Sundaystills Right out My Door

I was going to skip this last week for a large number of reasons (and indeed may be already too late to link up) with the Sunday stills theme of the great outdoo

But…this week the theme was front and center at Nan’s house. I had enrolled my “littles” in at Timbernook for a session called “Little Wild Ones”.  This international outdoor school has a location literally right across the road from me; 1.5 km down a big hill. Our outdoor adventure included getting there.

Wordless Wednesday This Week

Tattered and torn

Hill Tops to the bottom

I sit here quietly on top of the hill. The wind rustles through the aspen grove and the meadowlark’s call seems forlorn today.

#SundayStills Summer Solstice 21

It’s long been “my thing” and I am teaching my grandchildren to stop and appreciate the sunsets as well.