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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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  • A Point of View

    On an ordinary street between the banal tedium of the shopping centre and the struggling miracle of the big park all I had to do was look up. A row of modest trees that only a week ago were crowned with brilliant yellow leaves are bare now. On the other side of the wide walkway…

  • All fired up

    After a month on the West Coast it’s time to get back into my routine of walking… and training for my next Camino. This afternoon the temperature was a little cooler than what I experienced on Vancouver Island. The angle of the sun was lower and it was clear that we are in full- on…

  • Back Home

    After a wonderful month with my daughter, Elizabeth, I am back at home in Montreal. It was fun to share the cooking and shopping, to go on expeditions together and to sit reading or watching a movie in the evenings. The fall moon was spectacular and the days full of sights I can never find…

  • An Autumn Day on Vancouver Island

    No trips into town. No long walks. No errands. We are having a “reading day” thanks to a large box of poetry and short story texts left at the side of the road outside a storage facility. Did the owner die? Did she rummage in her cubicle and decide to “ make room” ? Whatever…

  • In the Woods

    We went walking just 20 minutes out of town. We heard rushing water and came to this beautiful river racing over ancient rocks. What a blessed day with my dear daughter. And still now that it is night, time for sleep, the water is flowing over the river bed. The tree is standing firm as…

  • Going into Town

    I am staying with my daughter in a semi rural community on Vancouver Island. I really enjoy walking the many beautiful trails close to her house. However, there comes a moment when one starts to talk to ravens and then one realizes it is time to go into town. My daughter works and drives in…

  • Another world

    The strange luminous squares are light from the fine netting that protects a few plants. Here the innocent must sit in jail while guilty deer roam around at night munching on delicacies. They have whole forests to graze on but they prefer our favorites. The rose bush, sulky at this injustice only put out one…

  • Fall on the West Coast

    Out on Vancouver Island you can tell it’s fall. Blackberries are starting to ripen The open faced eglantine roses have lost their petals in the dry heat of a long summer. The air is a little hazy today because of wildfires on the mainland. Here on the island, all is calm. The water of the…

  • The End of Summer

    Fall colors outside the city are hinting at the glory to come. The sun is still strong but it is cool in the shade. The trees and bushes have had their chance to grow, to flower and to put out fruit. Today they stand absolutely still, balancing on the point between the seasons. Only the…

  • What is this I wonder

    On the steps of our museum, after my tour it was a joy to see this young couple.