Blue Moon by Vern Glass
It was a misty Manitoba evening in the Turtle Mountains when I captured this image of my little sailboat on the shore of a lake that straddles the Canadian-American border.the mornings and evenings here...
Archive for October, 2003:
Springtime at the Alice by Connie Scholl
A single bloom comes to life in the desert after a scrub fire.
November 26, 2002 – From my Travelogue:
Here we are in Alice Springs, or Alice to locals. We pulled up in the Ghan, a popular train...
My old Pennsylvania home by Jessa
Nestled in the hills of western Pennsylvania is my home. It’s accessible only by traveling a long and winding dirt road. Shady oak and walnut trees line the way like soldiers. In summer I often used...
Undara Tree by Sue Deland
We walked along the path, over the rocks and past the dried up billabong and there it was. Standing impassively.
For centuries the floodwaters came to refresh the roots and revitalize it’s entire being.
Why...
After the thrill is gone
The Fourth of July in the United States is always a busy day. For most people, it’s a day filled with barbeques and sunscreen, lawn chairs and parades, maybe a trip to the beach or playing in the...
What is it about the beach that draws us? by Brian Bogardus
Is it shared experience? Trips to the shore on vacations in our childhood. TV and movie images of happy, handsome people frolicking at water’s edge. Or is it just that so many of us live in places close...
A jar of fireflies by Dale Hudjik
I was a very curious child who loved nature and, for some reason, insects – all kinds of insects: beetles, butterflies, and bees. I even loved those “bugs” that are not quite insects:...
Sure, I’m unaffected… by Redjen
I really had a rather pleasant day at work. I woke up, went to the gym, played with the cats and watched the birds and squirrels on my deck this morning. And it was a pleasant day, in spite of suddenly...
An analogy of pain by Nikki Harman
Since a car accident six years ago, when someone hit me hard from behind, I’ve been in pain. I suffered a whiplash injury to my lower spine, and have subsequently had all sorts of treatment in order...
One of the loved four by Stephen Minicz
This photograph of my youngest son, Stephen, aged 6yrs, is a reminder of one of those moments in life where there is a shared joy in creating a silly situation (the food layout) that is familiar, no doubt,...