tree roots

 

Tree roots along the Welland river

King Street & Cafe Oranje

 

Back yard

 The back yard, in a new year

sketchbook panoply

 

Around the house in The Hammer, Covid Era. 

A sketch (of me, haha, by my husband in the top leftish corner), and a sketch of him at bottom right, as well as some drawings of pedestrians and a drug deal around Gore Park.

Sketches of Jeff, the cat, the cactus, and a snake and crayfish we saw on a Kilarney camping trip.

My old stomping grounds, The Sitting Spot

Covid-Era Council Meetings

hay bales!

view from The Sitting Spot

Lee Pace

Thankfully this has never happened to me.

"Fear not, therefore;

you are of more value

than many sparrows"
- Matthew 10:31

on the OC Transpo

the ubiquitous name on everyone's lips

When I was in my third year of college I was unable to make it home for Easter and was terribly home-sick, pining for family and the clusters of Easter lilies that would be grouped at the front of the church sanctuary on Easter Sunday, year after year.

That evening of Good Friday as I came out of the animation wing to retrieve my bike from the bike locks and head home, I was arrested by the surreal sight of a pot of Easter lilies - sitting in my bike basket - waiting for me, purple cellophane and white blooms glowing in the moonlight.

I don't remember ever mentioning to someone my nostalgia for Easter lilies and never did find out who planted them there, but this Easter I've been reminiscing on that time and reflecting on the kindness of God - His mercies great and small.

Deuteronomy 30:20

#classiseasterncanada. some delegates.

Son Power

Seen on a church just outside Toronto.

chickens!

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