November 23, 2025 at 1:30 AM
I wonder about the wisdom my ancestors would’ve shared about what’s happening in the world today if they could’ve seen into the future.
November 22, 2025 at 2:29 PM
I wonder about the wisdom my ancestors would’ve shared about what’s happening in the world today if they could’ve seen into the future.
#BlueSkyWeather
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
November 17, 2025 at 3:13 PM
#BlueSkyWeather
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#SundaySentence
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
November 16, 2025 at 1:24 PM
#SundaySentence
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
A show about grieving I was watching expressed the idea that though we may be separated from someone we love for whatever reason, we can still talk to them in our hearts every day. Our lost loved ones are always there. Somewhere inside my heart is the place this poem comes from.
November 9, 2025 at 2:41 PM
A show about grieving I was watching expressed the idea that though we may be separated from someone we love for whatever reason, we can still talk to them in our hearts every day. Our lost loved ones are always there. Somewhere inside my heart is the place this poem comes from.
Spent my morning making breadsticks
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Spent my morning making breadsticks
A little like in my life, the painting I set out to create is always different than the painting I gradually see in front of me. But still, each butterfly in this jar represents someone who is special to me and that is more than enough.
November 7, 2025 at 6:05 PM
A little like in my life, the painting I set out to create is always different than the painting I gradually see in front of me. But still, each butterfly in this jar represents someone who is special to me and that is more than enough.
When I moved away from my family home years ago to start my own, I made a recipe book of magazine and newspaper clippings. This was my favourite page.
November 5, 2025 at 4:45 PM
When I moved away from my family home years ago to start my own, I made a recipe book of magazine and newspaper clippings. This was my favourite page.
A gift from my generous gardener neighbours
November 3, 2025 at 6:07 PM
A gift from my generous gardener neighbours
October 22, 2025 at 6:52 PM
My paternal 2nd great-grandfather
October 19, 2025 at 10:08 PM
My paternal 2nd great-grandfather
#SundaySentence
How her aunt loved crosswords; they were a portal, a pleasurable escape, mode of travel, dream realm rich with words that often surprised and tickled the tongue.
The Paper Birds
~Jeanette Lynes
How her aunt loved crosswords; they were a portal, a pleasurable escape, mode of travel, dream realm rich with words that often surprised and tickled the tongue.
The Paper Birds
~Jeanette Lynes
October 19, 2025 at 12:22 PM
#SundaySentence
How her aunt loved crosswords; they were a portal, a pleasurable escape, mode of travel, dream realm rich with words that often surprised and tickled the tongue.
The Paper Birds
~Jeanette Lynes
How her aunt loved crosswords; they were a portal, a pleasurable escape, mode of travel, dream realm rich with words that often surprised and tickled the tongue.
The Paper Birds
~Jeanette Lynes
October 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM
#SundaySentence
~Lisel Mueller
found in the first few pages of The Paper Birds, a novel by Jeanette Lynes
~Lisel Mueller
found in the first few pages of The Paper Birds, a novel by Jeanette Lynes
October 12, 2025 at 11:36 AM
#SundaySentence
~Lisel Mueller
found in the first few pages of The Paper Birds, a novel by Jeanette Lynes
~Lisel Mueller
found in the first few pages of The Paper Birds, a novel by Jeanette Lynes
September 30, 2025 at 1:42 PM
September 30, 2025 at 1:37 PM
I spent the morning preparing two dishes that originate in the country my late mother was born in.
September 25, 2025 at 5:34 PM
I spent the morning preparing two dishes that originate in the country my late mother was born in.
On Notre Dame Street a few lamps gave off their trembling light behind windows shivering under sudden gusts of wind.
The Tin Flute
~Gabrielle Roy
#SundaySentence
(Notre Dame Street is special to me. Years ago, I painted this picture of the house my young family lived in)
The Tin Flute
~Gabrielle Roy
#SundaySentence
(Notre Dame Street is special to me. Years ago, I painted this picture of the house my young family lived in)
September 21, 2025 at 11:33 AM
On Notre Dame Street a few lamps gave off their trembling light behind windows shivering under sudden gusts of wind.
The Tin Flute
~Gabrielle Roy
#SundaySentence
(Notre Dame Street is special to me. Years ago, I painted this picture of the house my young family lived in)
The Tin Flute
~Gabrielle Roy
#SundaySentence
(Notre Dame Street is special to me. Years ago, I painted this picture of the house my young family lived in)
September 20, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Thought it might be fun to share some photos I took on my Canon AE-1 years ago.
September 19, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Thought it might be fun to share some photos I took on my Canon AE-1 years ago.
Winnipeg, 1948
September 18, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Winnipeg, 1948