Tag Archives: beauty

Heart of the Wild

Posted on February 28, 2019 by

wer.i.fest.eria (V)  To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery. On a long forgotten winding bus route from downtown out to the bay to catch the ferry to Vancouver Island, we were greeted by vistas of darkest green … Continue reading →

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Dive Deep

Posted on November 14, 2018 by

“ The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.” – George Sand On a rare downtown visit as the summer season waned, I found myself sitting on the Vancouver Art Gallery Cafe’s terrace after a tasty lunch … Continue reading →

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#exploreKelowna (Part 2)

Posted on June 19, 2018 by

“ 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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Rising, Falling

Posted on April 5, 2018 by

“ 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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Winter Beckons

Posted on January 26, 2018 by

“ Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen There is a mildness to the day that reminds me of spring, the air feels warmer and my gloves have been left … Continue reading →

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Wintertide

Posted on January 7, 2018 by

“ It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. The crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs The sound of the city, the … Continue reading →

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Illuminate

Posted on December 20, 2017 by

Winter sun sets low these days painting the steel blue water in flames of gold. I see a young woman on my walk sitting at an old wooden desk on the damp sand, writing in a big book as if … Continue reading →

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