jackson creek bubbling around a little ice island . . .
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
i lost a bet
i lost a bet with one of my grade 6 students. because my beloved toronto maple leafs lost a game of ice hockey to the montreal canadians, i was forced to wear a habs jersey for the day at school. i must also post a picture of myself on facebook and on my blog. the same picture must be used at the end-of -year grade 6 grad slide show.
my humiliation is complete.
i have to learn to keep my big mouth shut!
my humiliation is complete.
i have to learn to keep my big mouth shut!
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
look at Love . . .
i love the beautiful textures and unexpected shades of flowers
as they return to a more elemental state.
"rub your eyes, and look again at Love ,
with LOVE."
rumi
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
a small space with colour
in the winter, colour more-or-less disappears under the winter grey scale. that makes it all the more beautiful to find . . .
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
late afternoon beside the river
sitting beside the river listening to its gurgling and rushing and then also, the rustling sound of a late afternoon breeze brushing against these dried milkweed pods . . .
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
why i ride a bike . . .
i love riding my bike. or walking in to school. i get to see beautiful moments like these that in a car would be little more than a blur. or not even noticed.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
i love kaleidoscopes
it's a rare day when i don't spend a little time looking at this world through a kaleidoscope . . .
this is my living room lit up by candles . . . .
this is my living room lit up by candles . . . .
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
ice forming in the river
yesterday morning . . . walking in through a snow squall . . . i watched as ice formed in threads and sheets that swirled and waved and wound reach each other in the current . . . it was mesmerizing . . .
Monday, January 11, 2016
Sunday, January 10, 2016
a little buddy
this little guy was eating breakfast on the other side of the window as i ate my own breakfast . . .
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Friday, January 8, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
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