Remembering . . . a Barcelona moment
Do you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have…
View PostDo you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have…
View PostWednesday morning, I saw that instead of the feared rain (don’t worry, It showed up Thursday!), we were getting another day of spring warmth. Time to grab the opportunity to wear my new white jeans,…
View PostIt may just be the rising temperatures, the powdery fragrance of fruit trees in bloom, the tenderness of leaves erupting everywhere, the colour of the ocean when it’s reflecting blue skies and sunshine. But suddenly,…
View PostA year ago today, my Mother left us to our memories of her. Some of those memories bloom in my garden — so many plants she brought here from her own. The omphalodes cappadocica in…
View PostI I ran for five hours yesterday, logging a slow, steady 36 kilometres. And at some point during those five hours, I decided that perhaps it was time to chat a bit, here, about my…
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