I found this book accidentally at the secondhand book shop and couldn’t resist picking it up. I’ve got it on my bookshelf now, but first I had to take a few shots.
The first picture was almost an accident: I set up my tripod with my macro lens, and focused on where I had left the book on the counter.
The pattern on the book cover was just too sweet.
I know this has been done before (I’ve done it myself), but love it anyway…
A $2 find made for some fun compositions on a winter afternoon. 🙂
There are so many things I am grateful for: being surrounded by family and friends; having finally settled into a job that I love; a yoga practice that enriches and strengthens me; books that let me slip away; and little things like coffee and chocolate… But when I started thinking about what I would photograph to show gratitude this week, what I realized is that right now, I am most grateful for being home again.
This is the early morning sunrise through my back window.
I was lucky enough to attend not one, but two cultural events this weekend: The Etsy Made in Canada craft fair and Kingston WritersFest.
My children and I admired the work of Etsy sellers on Saturday. From artwork to jewellery to stitched items, each table held impressive talent and creativity.
This morning, my sister and I listened as Camilla Gibb read from her new memoir, “This is Happy” and spoke eloquently about her life to Merilyn Simonds. I was moved by her reading, and awed by her willingness to share what so many seldom talk about.
It was a truly inspiring weekend.
Snowy weather with a forecast of freezing rain: It’s the perfect excuse to sit by the fireplace in my pjs with a good book.
It is the perfect excuse to have a lazy day.
Every now and again, I come across a line when I’m reading that just speaks to me.
In Still Writing (2013), by Dani Shaprio, there is an essay called, “Ordinary Life.” She writes about how as writers, we need to throw light on the ordinary moments to bring life to our stories.
Since the premise of this blog is about sharing the beauty of ordinary moments, I wanted to share one of her lines here:
” If I dismiss the ordinary – waiting for the special, the extreme, the extraordinary to happen – I may just miss my life.” (p. 123)
I truly believe that we need to appreciate the small, the mundane, the tiny details of our lives.
Life happens in these moments.
Like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, my sister’s chickens lay green eggs.
Had I not seen them myself, I would have thought they’d been dyed. Yet here they are, eggs in shades of green.
The chickens themselves are comical, so I suppose it would make sense that their eggs look like they come from a children’s book.
A pretty new journal, its crisp pages ready for words and ideas, is the promise of possibility.
It is a book that has yet to be written, a story that has yet to be shared.
There is no tension or drama; there is only hope.
I brought the kids to the library yesterday, for the first time in forever.
It was worth the wait.
I’d often thought of bringing them over the past few years, but their ages meant that I’d either spend the entire time shushing them, or I wouldn’t have a minute to look for books myself. This time was perfect. I showed them the kids’ section, where to sit, and where to find me. Then I wandered around the corner to browse the shelves.
They loved it so much, they want to come back every week.
So did I.
I immediately thought of this photo for this week’s photo challenge… Even though it is not specifically something “extra” in a composition, as the newspaper is the central focus, the challenge title makes me think of newspaper delivery boys shouting, “Extra! Extra!” In a way, I suppose it was also unexpected; I happened upon this newspaper tucked into the bench while I walked through the Public Gardens in Halifax one day. I can imagine someone having sat on this bench, reading the morning paper and drinking coffee in this beautiful park before heading off to work for the day.
The evenings are beginning to be warm enough to enjoy our screen house now.
I curled up in the papasan chair with my Oprah magazine last night. With the sun on my back, the warm breeze, and the sounds of the birds, it was a moment of pure relaxation.