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A Recipe / And spring into summer If we were having coffee, I would tell you life is just now creeping into full bloom in this area of Georgian Bay, held back by the cool of the lake and chill north winds. It’s the Victoria Day long weekend […]
Out of her element, a distaff unspun, alone. Dull colors clang against diluted light, seeping in where no one lives. Lost
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: What’s This Guess in the comments section. Resist peeking. But if you REALLY have to know,
Salvaged vintage tin ceiling tiles, full of colour and classic architectural flourishes.
Look at those faces, reflecting my own, great-grandfather John far right, great-great-grandfather Thomas at the centre,
She lies on left side, right hand flat against her slim left rib cage, left fist under chin. She is too calm, too wrapped in images of southern beaches where she once played. Sleep does not arrive. She seeks shadows: dandelions wilted under clouds of pesticide
Grateful for the chance to have the best mussels I’ve ever tasted at Chambar in Vancouver