in little bits in pieces I say goodbye day to day a little less, means alittle more. to hold onto you, and today you are alittle farther away more present now this time of day stripped of illusion and the lies of the flesh and you knew you knew somehow had always known. back back before us and those four square days back and you, … Continue reading Off Into The Mystic
I’ve had Gustafus for probably close to 20 or more years now – he is one of my oldest Knick Knacks. Purchased back in my married days, for that old garden of mine. He has seen many a winter, and he has become worn, and pockmarked with ruts, and new ridges have formed. He has come to life though, in his fashioning of character, brought about … Continue reading The Life and Times of Gustafus the Gargoyle
I’ve stood here, gazing out at this view, a view I had not anticipated last March. Yet this has been a place I had wanted to be a part of again. Through years in that metropolis that lay down the highway, to the wild Grey paradise of those four years on Irish Lake, I have yearned to be back. Now, here, just out this door, … Continue reading Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be
The days are lengthening, the light is changing, tis the 18th of February and SURPRISE, more snow. Holed up here in me den, till I must venture forth to work, Irish and I have become rather bored with it all. Oh, sunny days do appear more now, yet the bitter cold has me shivering at the mere thought of going out in it. This winter has … Continue reading Daydreams Of Spring
I collect stories. Intangible and dusty; of memories, of you. Inspired by: Weekly Photo Challenge: Object Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Object
We are back in the winter of 2000, and as I was leaving work, this old, stinky man latched onto my arm, saying “I think I’m having a heart attack“. And I go REALLY, well sir, you’ve attached yourself to the wrong lass. I’m sorry, yeah right. He was halfway to China and back drunk and more than likely having a panic attack. Whatever it … Continue reading The Bum and I
My personal worldview, I suppose like us all, has been defined by my ancestors, as well as by my own personal encounters. Taken in, inhaled, viewed, then woven out of need into the spirit of our beliefs. I’m not an organized religion sort… and I mean that in ANY format. Strict adherence to ritual and scripture is not my cup-o’tea. I prefer a wandering nomadic … Continue reading Spirit and the Dance
He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted. ~ Neil Gaiman, American Gods Inspiration ~~ Weekly Photo Challenge: Window Continue reading Images In A Window
“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.” ― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make … Continue reading Beginnings @ the Homestead
The WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE prompt is to present a photo of JOY. Alas, I could not pick just one as I was cruising through my collection, since I discovered that I had quite a few photos that to me express joy. Here are a few of my favourites. …nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, … Continue reading Capturing Joy
The following were taken on a hot summer day, back in those bohemian days in GreyCo. These date to August 9th, 2009. I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times. ~ Elizabeth Berg, The Pull of The Moon To become aware of our history is to become aware of our singularity. ~ Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other … Continue reading ONE * sInGulAr
London boasts some of the most beautiful areas, parks, and naturalized spaces. So I got dressed this morn and decided to visit one of my fav’s – Springbank, which meanders along the Thames River. These photos represent only a third, perhaps, of the entire park. Beginning with Greenway Park, and the off-leash Dog park at Springbank and Wharncliffe, this park has been here in one … Continue reading Sunday Walks: Springbank
The three-storey brick building was designed in the High Victorian style by architect Francis Heakes and was constructed in 1898-1899. All exterior elements of the building, and the ground and second floor of the central hall and stairways inside the building, as well as the aesthetic character of the property are protected by an Ontario Heritage Trust conservation easement. The property is also designated by … Continue reading The Normal School
by PaulaB 