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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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  • Happy New Year to all

        There are a lot of expectations tied up with the New Year.  It is expected that people will spend time with family and friends, that people will have a lovely time.  That one should “bring in” the New Year with some ceremony, toasts, good food and good wishes.  Where do these expectations come…

  • Looking at you

      I came upon a stunning wall of graffiti a couple of years ago when I was visiting the Eco Center.  It’s located in an industrial part of my pretty down- home neighbourhood.  The Eco Center is facinating.  Ours has us drive up a slope, a youngster in a booth checks our ID to be…

  • Graffiti for the “inter week”

        Look what I see in the city around me.  Not far from where I live I found this beautiful graffiti.  Who does these things, I wonder?  Are they commissioned or do people just show up and paint them.  You’ll see more of these as I took other photos and will post on slow…

  • This machine is irritating me today

          Well, I struggled my way into changing blog pages into word documents and then into pdf documents and then I chose and fixed a few mistakes and threw out ones where the picture was too dark and put them in order and changed the order and. . . .ok you get it. …

  • Searching around

          What a strange picture for Christmas Eve!  I am posting it in utter relief at finding this contraption .An acquaintance lent it to me almost a year ago.  It is a frame for doing rug hooking.  I am rather inclined to “enthusiasms” and took up this very pleasant hobby but like so…

  • The Elf on the Shelf

              I had heard this phrase but confess to not knowing what it meant.  Having just listened to a CBC radio item on this ” toy” “surveillance agent”, call it what you will, I admit to a feeling of repugnance at the very idea.  Doesn’t anybody distain tattle-tales any more?  The…

  • Snow, look and listen

    Night snow, as light as a floating white whale turning and drifting over the city. And in the white-sky morning light heavy as Moby Dick on the spiral steps of a hundred thousand Montreal walk-ups. Now, slide down, fall down, shuffle or wade around, bow boughs of great trees. Snow falls light as a word,…

  • I promised you these

                                                                                              A shame it was a white sky day in Montreal…

  • Lawren Harris trees

                   We had a heavy snowfall here three days ago. Because the snow was wet and heavy and because we have had little wind, it has settled on trees, wires, poles in a very beautiful way. The way the city looks reminded me of some paintings of Lawren Harris,…

  • Christmas cactus

    Every year this plant bursts into bloom just before Christmas. I have owned it for many years. Perhaps you can see from the picture that it lives in an old bucket, not a fancy flower pot. Every spring I put it out into the back yard and neglect it for many months. It is the…