Thursday, June 22, 2017

beside the river

a favourite quiet spot . . . .

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017


every day as i ride i see flowers . . . . 
i always stop to share time with them . . . 
they still represent to me one of the many miracles of this place!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

riding home

Saturday, June 17, 2017

how it all begins . . .

the first scrap of the day begins . . .   a twitching tail, a keen eye and WHAM!

Friday, June 16, 2017

fifty one years . . .

i arrived in canada, 51 years ago today (june 16, 1966). 
we left ringway airport in manchester on a boeing 707. 
my first plane ride.
i hadn't seen my dad for over a year.
i left behind all my friends. my family. many of my toys, my books, many of my clothes, my border collie, the only home i'd ever known.
my dad met us at the airport. he had a huge car. a pontiac parisienne. he drove us near downtown toronto. i was awed.
when he brought us to our new home - a tiny two bedroom apartment in a massive apartment building i was equally awed that we had a fridge, a stove, a bathroom with hot and cold water, and everything was new. it had furniture, a balcony, and i could see the don valley parkway from the bedroom window in a bedroom i shared with my brother.
my dad took a huge risk in going to canada alone the year before. he took on the possibility that life there would be better. it had to be. we had next to nothing.
i owe him my life, several times.
all that i have i have earned through my work. but the possibility of the many kinds of work i now call my life was given to me through he and my mother's incredible decision to leave behind everything.
thanks mum and dad.