“Climb up some hill at sunrise. Everyone needs perspective once in a while and you’ll find it there.” – Robb Sagendorph
Admittedly I did not climb a hill to get this shot – I took it from the balcony of our Bermuda accommodation – but it did give me fresh perspective. Sunrises and sunsets have a tendency to take one’s breath away for a reason; they remind you that all good things come to those who wait. Patiently. Sometimes for days.
We shared the wonderful discovery of the west side of High Park in Toronto with the children on Christmas Eve.
It’s hard to put into words the contentment of having everyone together. It is fortunate to have reasons for breaks in routine that create opportunities to share time yet I have every confidence that our family will come together throughout the years even if not on holidays. The time spent raising our children was the best investment in our future happiness imaginable.
Ubuntu – I am because we are.
I don’t love being cold and I hate icy roads. Given the alternative of rain, though, I will take snow. Please.
Let it snow! Let it snow!
As I stood outside on yard duty yesterday, bracing myself against a rather cold December wind, I decided to use the power of positive thought and conjure up memories of Bermuda. I spent a great deal of time on that trip doing very little, but I did manage to take one or two photos.
We took one day to drive around the island on a scooter, finding places we wanted to return to by public transit. Car rentals are not allowed in Bermuda, but their transit system is amazing. Scooters are a fun but crazy way to get around as all the roads are narrow and only two lanes. Often you will have a truck right behind you – and I mean RIGHT behind you. And the speed limit of 30 km/h appears to be a suggestion more than anything else.
This cemetery was not far from where we stayed and afforded the most amazing sunset views.
I wished I could have gotten to a location higher up to take the shot face on but the streets are so narrow and the building across was not accessible to the public. The weather each day was incredible, though not hot as it was March when we visited.
The flowers were so vibrant and fragrant. The whole island was in bloom.
Everywhere you went on the property we stayed, you could see – and hear – roosters and birds.
On November 29th, blogger Lesley Carter (http://lesleycarter.wordpress.com/) posted about flying with eagles over the Grand Canyon. It reminded me of an amazing trip we took as a family in August, 2007. Our destination was Phoenix, but you cannot be that close to the Grand Canyon and not take at least a day trip there.
There is a great deal to be said about the Grand Canyon and I’ll be honest: photographs do not do it justice. What Leslie’s post reminded me of, though, was the highlight of the day for me. We had taken a bus up from the parking lot to get a good view of the Canyon – not that there is a bad view, but this location would afford us a higher elevation to look down into the Canyon. Sadly, though, it began to rain. And then, it began to sleet and hail. This was August and we were dressed like it was 40 degrees celsius because up until this point, it had been.
Well, we could not get on to a bus heading down to the parking lot. We stood in line, getting wetter and wetter. And then, we gave up and looked for shelter. There were so many people doing the same thing that the only shelter we could find was huddled up against a wall. For some reason, this struck me as funny. Hilarious even. We were up against a stone wall, protected from….nothing.
After quite some time, we made it on to a bus, back to our car. We had clothing to change into and we headed to another side of the Canyon. As we looked back to where we had just left, the storm was obviously still raging.
Thank you Leslie for the reminder of this amazing place and a day of memories.
We are fortunate having two small local museums within walking distance of our home. The site we visited today is called the Bradley Museum. It is nestled in a residential area on a green space that has a wonderful path to the lake. There are 3 buildings which have all been moved to this location and restored. The Bradley House has been there since 1963.
There is another building, The Anchorage, which has had to had significant modications to make it accessible, as it is the main building on the site. It houses the administrative offices and a gift shop.
The last building to arrive on the site is now called The Bradley Cabin. It is my favourite building on the site.
Our final destination was the lake; too bad it was December 3rd because there was a perfect wind for sailing.