Seems each year I go on an adventure somewhere in the world. This Summer, that adventure was in Canada. My mother, daughter, and I went straight North to the Banff area in Alberta. From there we went West to Whistler, then on to Vancouver Island in British Columbia, then dropped into Washington and shot straight home. The next day we were on the road again, this time on our way to Whistler. During the Vancouver Olympics, Whistler was the site of many of the events.

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Trusting in the truth of Nature. 29 Faces in February 2012. 29 Faces for May 2012. 29 Faces for September 2013. Monday, 19 March 2018. To me nothing says Spring like green grass and blue sky,. I collected a selection of papers and peel offs. With the intention of using the peel offs to make. I had made the base.

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Inspired by change, challenge and creativity. I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise. As he calls across the meadow and the forest far and wide. Does he see what I see with my wizened hazel eyes? Yes, I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.

A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist. Taken at Bella La Vita. Sorrow is a beautiful country. Where you meet your destiny. Or the love of your life. Or trust in the lay of its land. Because its depth is as far as its width. And its jewel is disguised by darkness. You have to dig deep to mine its value.