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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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  • Camino Souvenir Book

    Many many thanks to my dear friend Masha Schmemann Tkachuk for putting this together. Shutterfly has a great service which allows smart people like her to create actual books from photos and text. As you can see Masha did a great editing job . The material was taken from last fall’s blog posts that chronicled…

  • Water under the Bridge

    Gone, water under the bridge they say as if the event, the person, the feeling is disposed of. But it’s not gone just gone somewhere else. Not disappeared, not effaced, that water just flows away to a river, to the sea, to a new form. It will turn into a cloud and fall, fall somewhere…

  • Keep on Walking

    It was cold today -17 but as you see it was sunny and there was no wind. I had seen a few quirky snow sculptures over the past few weeks but this one was really special! I don’t know who made them but they are so much fun! And here is a duck? It sure…

  • Many thanks my poem appearing in Whimsical Poets

    https://online.fliphtml5.com/siynh/scbo/

  • Back on Track

    It is very cold and last weekend we had quite a lot of snow. In the park near my home the trails are almost deserted. In fact, as long as there is no wind it is lovely to walk in the brilliant sunshine. At noon it is about -15 and I got quite hot marching…

  • I’m in charge here

    The sun is brilliant but determined to leave the party early. In the big city park, deserted on Monday afternoon the sun sits bright and brilliant as he prepares to leave. Having discovered the thrill of feeding wild birds by hand I dropped by a couple of likely spots. The boys were a little quarrelsome…

  • A tiny joy

    These two friends were standing in the picture- book snow, their hands outstretched , birdseed on their palms, waiting for tiny finches to come down and take what was offered. Once again it was a struggle to force myself to go and walk. Instead of my usual track park. I decided to go to Angrignon…

  • Welcome Visitors

    January 5th was a gloomy day. It is hard to be motivated to do anything in the flat short days after Christmas and New Year. I really was trying to persuade myself that I would go for the first walk in the park that would mark the beginning of the preparation for my next Camino.…

  • Boxing Day

    I like Boxing Day. There’s a relaxed feel to it that suits me. Walking through the park close to my home I noticed a group of turkeys. This is the first year I’ve seen in our park. It’s a true city park and I really wonder how they came here. There are big boulevards that…

  • What to say when I paint the bathroom

    These are examples of what to say when you see the new paint job that I did all by myself. The word “why “ is to be avoided at all costs. This is why: Oh, and note that the paint spots are on brown paper which I carefully put down to protect the ( charcoal…