isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

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Isobel Cunningham has published short fiction and poetry. Her book, Northern Compass is available on Amazon. She was born in Wales but Montreal is her adopted home. She speaks French, Modern Greek ( it’s a fun story) and a little Spanish…oh, English too, of course. She welcomes comments on her blog and looks forward to chatting with you over cyber-space.

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  • Suspended

    This beautiful leaf attracted my attention as I went for my walk the other day.Plenty of leaves were drifting down even though the day was very still. This one was not falling. I stopped in surprise. It spun slowly this way and that in front of my eyes. the fate of every autumn leaf. It…

  • Autumn Surprises

    The ducks and geese in my own urban park never get together but this white duck seemed perfectly happy swimming about in the midst of a flock of Canada Geese. I’ve never seen a white duck here before. And what is this?

  • Autumn in the Neighborhood

    Autumn is such a puzzle. It’s so beautiful and the temperature is just right but we know it doesn’t have a future. It’s perfect for the “ live the day” set. I wonder what he’s waiting for and where he will go when all the other birds leave. The Canada geese are still hanging around…

  • Red sky in the morning

    Sailor’s warning they used to say! What was the red sky warning me of this morning? Maybe that I’ve missed too many dawn skies. Maybe that just gazing quietly at this beauty is more important than reading the headlines on my phone. Maybe that instead of me attending a friend’s funeral, one of these red-sky…

  • Enjoy these Days

    No use to pretend that it is “late summer “. When the geese fly in formation overhead, calling, practicing for the big flight, you have to accept that the sky will darken before seven in the evening, you will worry a little about the more delicate plants, that you will dig out a sweater for…

  • It’s Here

    Not many like this. Not many, but only a few are needed to thrill, to alarm, to warn of what beauty, change, wonder is coming. Upon us in a week, perhaps beyond the humid, sticky days that make the kids complain of school clothes, hot classrooms, teachers droning like fat and frantic flies at the…

  • A Magical Outing

    There are many shallow rivers that flow into the Strait of Georgia close to my daughter’s home. A short drive and a 1 Km walk brought us to this wonderful view and the prospect of a dip in the cool river. It was a hot day and about to get hotter as we faced the…

  • Fish and Fishermen

    Flat calm and a couple of fishermen out casting. I settled down in a shady little niche under a high dried out root of driftwood. It’s amazing how much cooler it is just in a little pool of shade. Fish were jumping. Big silvery fish jumped out of the flat sea between the man in…

  • The Everyday Walk

    On a clear and breezy day what could be more beautiful than a walk down by the stony beach? One hardly meets a soul. Occasionally someone is out walking a dog but this is not the sort of beach where kids build sandcastles. There is a path that leads between the sea and the open…