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Writing under a Montreal sky

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  • It was a pretty torturous travel itinerary from Vancouver Island to Montreal on the 15/16 th. I know, I know … winds off the island made take off difficult. I was rewarded with some beautiful shots over the Strait of Georgia though. A lovely sky. Getting out of Vancouver was no easy feat. And who…

  • next to the Strait of Georgia. Someone put up a few little signs for walkers to find I’ve seen wild trees decorated along here in the past too but never quite so ambitious as this one It’s so lovely to see little baby trees springing up from what looks like dead wood! The biggest hopeful…

  • Yes he really was right across the Oyster River as I went for my noon walk. This picture is a bit fuzzy as I had to crop it. I took it just in time as he soon spread his wings and flew up the river away from the sea. You would never seen him here…

  • 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!

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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 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…

  • 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…