No leaves to flutter in the breeze, no waves to crash against the sand. Winter, when the winds aren’t whipping, is a quiet season.
Especially at the edge of the water, where in summer the gulls and beach goers are the soundtrack for the seaside.
Silence is a winter sound.
I’ve fallen away from my photography a little lately, so I’ve been looking for something to spark my creativity in 2017. There are so many 365 challenges (too ambitious for this teacher), and 52-week themes available, but none were quite what I was looking for.
This past summer I began practicing yoga regularly and absolutely love it – and want to benefit even more from the practice to be more mindful.
It’s nearly 2017, so a little late, but I wanted to share what I came up with today: “Mindfulness Challenge: 52 weeks of mindful themes for photography, poetry, journaling, and creating”.
Please feel free to print/try/share. If you’d like a PDF version ($1) – and an editable PowerPoint version, please click on the image below and you will be taken to the link:
Enjoy, good luck, and Happy New Year! Wishing you and yours health and happiness for 2017.
Christmas is about the anticipation, the preparation. It’s about all things glittery and bright, lights shimmering in the night. It is small hands hanging treasures on the tree, a chorus of words we sing from memory. Christmas is savory and sweet, sparkling drinks and crackling heat. It music and memories, laughter and stories. Christmas is about hugs and kisses, sweet surprises, celebration and imagination.
The more time I can spend at the beach in the summer, the happier I am.
This is our closest beach, Youghall. The water is not Caribbean blue and the sand isn’t tropical white, but it’s perfect nonetheless. The breeze carries its salted scent, the tide uncovers vast sandbars, and the sun heats the sand to a summer burn.
This is where I breathe best.
This summer we came home.
After a year in Ontario, a move we made to be closer to “opportunities” for ourselves and our children, we have returned to the Maritimes once and for all.
As it turns out, the opportunities we sought were neither abundant nor worthwhile. Instead, we have chosen to come back to the small town we came from. Family, friends, the quiet life, and the beautiful beaches drew us home.
And so, I am back to sitting in the sand, listening to the waves, and searching for sea glass.
This is my happy place.
As someone who dreads mingling, the best part of events – in my opinion – is the photo possibilities.
I had fun photographing these alliums last night.
They’re bright purple is a pop of colour in front of our garage, and their pompom shape appeals to my inner child.
Stay tuned for more flower pictures (after a bit of an unplanned blog hiatus)… The garden is in bloom!
I love these old iron fences surrounding equally old buildings in the downtown area of Kingston.
It was only after composing the shot that I noticed the broken piece I had focussed on. I like that this repeated pattern is imperfect, that the attempt at order has been thwarted.
Life’s like that.
The simple pleasures are sometimes the sweetest.
Below the trees, where the light barely reaches, the melted snow had created a small pond. Part ice and part water, the trees reflected here and there.
It is a natural abstract.