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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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  • Sunday on the Coast

    Yo hurry up with my walk as the weather would not last! It is lasting “ mum effect”? Perhaps not the best trail for an evening walk!

  • On the West Coast

    I had to return to the island a bit unexpectedly…. Family business. Whenever I see this sculpture in the city airport I feel reassured! This trip always reminds me of how huge our country is. Flying over vast expanses of black with a few dots of light around a lake here and there only emphasizes…

  • Goodbye from a Montrealer

    He came trotting down the path towards me and as soon as he noticed me, dived into the bushes. I had never seen one in Angrignon Park before. Sorry the picture isn’t better but trust me, his bushy tail was lovely!

  • A Banditry of Chickadees

    On Thursday I was out in Angrignon Park and I spotted a cardinal. While I was trying to get a good shot ( and failing!) I was being dive bombed and harassed by chickadees! I decided the next day to bring bird seed. In the past these cheeky birds have eaten from my hand in…

  • It’s Over

    Although we’re still above freezing here in Montreal high winds and rain on Halloween night meant that most of the trees are bare. Not all… of last week looks like she’s ready to join the crowd. One thing that bare branches allow one to notice are the distinct messy leaf nests of squirrels and something…

  • A Halloween birthday

    There were plans for this birthday but nature had other ideas. It poured with rain all day and a high wind caused the electricity to cut out. My beloved grandchildren had arranged to come over with a birthday cake and to sleep over. With no lights, and no stove it might have been atmospheric but…

  • Gold in the Gutter

          Gold in the gutter The hour, the golden hour has come For you to flutter, for you to fall. Your song becomes a stutter, a cry. The others lie though they too were so proud against the sky. Gold and high but no more can they fly the flag of beauty. Gold…

  • From a few Days Ago

    and doggies eating patiently for their walker to get it together at the entrance to my local park. One big black fellow ( just out of sight) wanted so much to get acquainted but his business-like walker soon put a stop to that . “ He jumps up and I can’t be responsible for any…

  • Why are you still Green?

    near my home, a mystery. While autumn is well underway with its special beauty One tree among all the others pretends it is summer But one stalwart clings, instead, to the color of life. It looks like an ordinary maple but there is something extraordinary about it. Drop a note

  • It’s Over

    but not quite over as I rashly decided to make a run for it. What really seems to be over is the magic/ spooky summer that just wouldn’t go away. I set off to train on the toboggan hill today. It was humid with a mixed sky. After being spoiled for so many weeks I…