Frosty
Well that’s a little chilly for November. Perhaps too, a comment on the current postal strike….
Reflections
On a day of remembrance. On a place of remembrance. Remembrance.
Rembrance
On the sacrifices of a few for the good of many. Regimental #633290 Howard Fawcett, grandfather on my mom’s side fought with the 2nd Canadian Battalion enlisting on January 24th, 1916 and sailed out of Halifax on October 25th on the S.S. Mauretania as a member of the 154th (S.D&G Highlanders) Battalion. On June 30th, …
A Mountain Called Haystack
October in the Adirondacks. The end of a two week trip for me as I’ve travelled to the East Coast and most of the way home again, with a little stop near Keene Valley to climb a mountain called Haystack. A friend will be completing her final climb to claim membership in a rather exclusive …
Old Orchard Beach
Is an old tourism town situated on Saco Bay on the Atlantic. Still a popular summer beach destination I decided to visit well after summer had ended. The town was mostly deserted with the majority many tourist-oriented businesses, including clam shacks and T-shirt shops boarded up for the season. The wooden pier on the beach containing many …
Bridge to the Sky
Suddenly on the way to work this happened.
Look Behind You.
Out chasing a sunset – don’t judge – and took a second to look the other way. That as sometimes is was where the action was.
Axe Therapy
There is something about driving an axe through a piece of wood. Something therapeutic. Profound. Releasing.
That’s A Wrap
It’s been one heck of a ride though.