Rewinding

CURLING UP by a fence post is a fine way for a local raccoon to relax but for me unwinding means rewinding and untangling my thoughts with a walk in a world where unexpected bliss or misfortune lurks around any corner.

On good and bad newsdays it's reassuring to see that cozy cottages still reside beside big old trees in some places.

Babies still enjoy fresh air from their buggies near the grayish-blue sea.

Puppies like the Golden Retriever (below) still draw oohs and ahhs from adoring crowds and ...

mysterious paths still invite walkers to explore each twist of the pebbly sand.

On good and bad newsdays birds still sing and build nests in most places ...

and weeping willows, not yet green, still dance in the breeze.

Dreams still transform into reality with mortar and stone.

Smiles still greet each new day and there's plenty of joy to be found.

A leaky basket of woes also rolls around but as children's author Judy Blume once said, "Life goes on if you're one of the lucky ones."

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A Beautiful Thing Is Never Perfect

NO WORRIES if the flawless and faultless are rare in this world. According to an Egyptian proverb, "A beautiful thing is never perfect."

The idea of perfection charms us but, honestly, aren't our shortcomings motivating and life's blots and blemishes sometimes quite interesting? Here are a few photos of the "imperfects" I came across recently.

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Smoke & Mirrors

A CHARACTER from a television series called Endeavour said: "There's no real magic in this world, only love - the rest is just smoke and mirrors."

There's probably truth in that sentiment but as someone who enjoys rummaging through the "smoke and mirrors", I'm posting a few pictures of things that I found bewitching recently.

I saw a red heart dangling on a tree branch on International Women's Day this Wednesday. I presume someone hung it there to honour the event. Their loving gesture reflected not only the global movement but the branches.

My camera unfortunately didn't catch the beautiful kaleidoscope of colours I saw mirrored in the droplets of rainwater that clung to the berries.

Twigs like sticks for witches wands barely had room for the coming leaves.

Deep shadowy worlds were reflected in the shallowest puddles after a rainfall.

It never fails to feel magical when walking down puddles of smokey clouds.

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Sisters On International Women's Day, 2017

In honour of International Women's Day I'm posting a picture of my three beautiful sisters standing with me (I'm the smallest one at the front) after sunbathing on the roof of an apartment building in Montreal. The photograph has dimmed and discoloured over time. All three sister have since passed away. Each one was gifted, passionate and strong in her own special way. Each one knew sorrow and pain, great joy and laughter. Each left an impression on me.

Of course, my mother (who must have taken the picture) was the strongest of all. The roof was our beach that day and we were all having fun.

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