Author Archives: anotetohuguette

About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.

#exploreKelowna (Part 2)

“ There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.” – Charles Morgan Our hotel, the Best … Continue reading

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#Route97 (Part 1)

“ Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson I’ve never heard the ocean singing until today (down by Second Beach), as the … Continue reading

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Summon Down the Spring

“ Time and space are the tools of the observer.” – Emmanuel Kant Pale sunlight paints the sidewalk in charcoal shapes, revealing delicate calligraphy previously hidden by cool rain. Patience has fled as winter keeps looking back, finding ways to … Continue reading

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Fractured

Startling the reverie among newly green trees, dystopian voices undulate over  autumn strewn paths, piercing through well tended worlds regardless of  collected dreams. These are our brothers and sisters thrown to the wolves of winter, spring but a distant memory … Continue reading

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Rising, Falling

“ So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” – E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly It’s the last day of winter and it feels like I might never write again … Continue reading

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The Lost Chronicle

“ It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” – Rainer Maria Rilke A winter walk two days after a fierce overnight snowfall left the air so cold, it carried the remnants of … Continue reading

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Flashback

An unwanted visit to a forgotten childhood realm overcomes me as I walk upon a muddied path between bird-filled hedgerow and crumbling cement –  the quiet softness of winter-dark broken by laboured breath  running against time, hopping over fences and  cutting … Continue reading

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