paulaB

American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, poet, history buff, armchair politics bumpkin.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Geometry

I started to think about what “geometry” is. Lets stretch out those ol’creative muscles. We are talking about, well more or less,  “depth of field”. So Geometry is an “area of mathematics that deals with points, lines, shapes and space” by “deduction of the properties”. It concerns “the relationships of points in space” and it […]

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A WORD A WEEK CHALLENGE: MOTHER

Maybe I’m stretching this challenge, but my first thought was more what “Mother” can mean.  In this photo, taken this last August, I learned that Male Cardinals feed their young. I never once saw the female; it was always him with the 2 fledglings. Tim actually built this deck feeder for me. I love the […]

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December 21, 2010 – My Irish Rover & Me

Didn’t really feel like writing anything today. Didn’t think I wanted to. But I’m bored stiff, so why not. I’m going to copy today the next entry in my saga with Tim.  To summarize, this journal was written over the course of 2 years. It records our experiences, and my reflections, on our journey with […]

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One by One

Tonight will be the 11th anniversary of my Moms death. At only 54 years old, and a new Grandma only 2 months, at 5:45 pm my Mom passed away at home with all of us around her. I remember the old Maple out front was still golden. Enya was playing on the CD player, and Dad […]

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Dec 19 2010 – Then & Now

This posting below begins the “medical” part of our journey. Maybe by writing this all down, ​I can help someone. Who knows. I guess the only way for that to happen is if I put it out there. Eh? One NOTE – I will occasionally make comments – these will appear in ” {  } […]

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October 2010 ~ going home & back again

[Oct 19, 2010]       Beginning again I guess. Very appropriate I’m starting up in this journal. Lots happened since I started this. Irish Lake is a long way away from Catherine St. It’s hard to do this starting over thingy. I can’t believe I’m here. There have been so many tears the last couple weeks. Too […]

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2001 ~ Later that same year

[late 2001]  My Mom when I was little had a duo-tang she would write in. It had a red cover, the pages were yellowed. In it she wrote down all the things I did as I was growing up. The steps I took, the first birthday and the gifts I received as well as who gave […]

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