yesterday under these skies depicted here . . . i wrote the story for the last two years i will be a teacher by letting go of my grade six assignment (a position i have held for seventeen years) and returning to grade 2/3, the very grade levels i began my career at.
i am very very excited and full of hope for a ton of fun and learning over the next two years.
these skies very much complimented my happiness.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Friday, April 29, 2016
this boulder
this beautiful huge old boulder holds the space at the confluence of two streams just before they merge with the otonabee river . . . .
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
a stunning ride home (part 1)
i rarely complain about the weather. it is what it is. this morning though, well it was tough. it bugged me. really wet, cold, and hurtful rain hit my face. over and over and over.
but . . . then it cleared and my ride home was - well, stunning!
but . . . then it cleared and my ride home was - well, stunning!
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
april snow
it snowed yesterday . . . by the time i got home, much of it had gone back into the air where it fell from. so i searched around and found these little jewels bravely shining!
Monday, April 25, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Friday, April 22, 2016
sometimes i take the long way . . .
an almost windless day. a sky pebbled with clouds. i took the long way to work this morning just on the off-chance i would see something lovely . . . .
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
the very small fragile things . . .
i'm drawn to the truly fragile. the unlikely. the stuff of life that is magically beautiful ...
despite everything . . .
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Friday, April 15, 2016
Thursday, April 14, 2016
french fries . . .
i spent a little time with jonathan livingston seagull this morning.
we usually share philosphical meanderings, but this time we talked about how long it's been since either of us ate french fries . . . .
we usually share philosphical meanderings, but this time we talked about how long it's been since either of us ate french fries . . . .
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Friday, April 8, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
the strength of the sun
walking in this morning . . . everything . . .everything holding its breath. whispers of "look at me" . . . "no me" . . . everywhere i look it's winter all over again but for the strength of the sun.
Monday, April 4, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
in the light
one of my paintings catching the late afternoon sun (after the sunlight has passed through some stained glass.)
Friday, April 1, 2016
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