Just when you think it’s going to be spring – oops! It’s winter again.
When you wake up to a morning full of snow, it’s great to strap on your “shoes” and take advantage of the beauty.
That’s what my friend Sue and I did on this mid-March day.
She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week.
“I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when we talked on Monday.
“Just look up,” she said. “And tell me what you see.”
So I did.
This poem is dedicated to her.
I love this.
My love of Christmas and Christmas tree decorations is decades old.
For about 10 years from the mid-1970s to the mid-1980s, I sewed my own soft decorations and mailed them in Christmas cards to friends and family. There were stars and snowmen, candy canes and canaries.
At some point I stopped making decorations for everybody else and began collecting unique pieces for myself.
When I moved to The United Arab Emirates with my then husband in 1993, I began dolling up my non-traditional overseas trees with Swarovski crystal. Read More…
But autumn in eastern Canada is often SO breathtaking it’s easy to forget that spring, summer and winter even exist!
Mother Nature outdid herself in 2014 with a cornucopia of brilliant colour.
It’s virtually impossible to capture how remarkable the countryside is, even with the best camera and professional skills.
Still, one must try.
I took all of these images myself with my iPhone 4 over the last few weeks. None has been retouched or altered in any way. They’re all “au naturel” as it were…
Getting there overland was onerous and I spent six hours at the border crossing where I had my passport taken, was interrogated and humiliated by Israeli immigration officials, had items stolen from luggage, and witnessed the humiliation of others.
While in Occupied Palestine, I felt the terror and oppression the Palestinian people are subjected to every day at checkpoints.
I ate with Palestinians. I saw the poverty. I felt the despair. I heard the stories of people who had been robbed of everything but their will to fight.
I saw the wall. I walked in its shadow. I touched it. I read the graffiti. I took pictures.
We can’t even talk about the Middle East amongst friends: