Month: January 2023

  • Garburators, Gardens, and Getting Stuff Done

    Garburators, Gardens, and Getting Stuff Done

    It’s a big day around here. I’m having a garburator installed in my kitchen sink. For most of my life, I didn’t enjoy such a convenience, but when we moved to WA in 2007, our home had one. I got so used to it, that we put one in when we returned to Kamloops in…

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  • A Grand Saturday Afternoon

    A Grand Saturday Afternoon

    On another gorgeous sunny big sky Saskatchewan afternoon, Makiya and I go to Regina for a bit of birthday shopping for her. It’s a gorgeous drive—about an hour from Caronport, where I pick her up at her home, to Regina. I’m smitten by the prairie scenery, of course. But more so by the conversation we…

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  • A Shared Hobby

    A Shared Hobby

    It’s cold, but not bone-chilling cold (-16C / 3F). It’s not windy, and that makes all the difference. It’s sunny and gorgeous, so Gerry and I grab our grown up cameras and hop in the car to see what we can see. Prairie roads don’t disappoint. The Wakamow valley doesn’t either. Truth be told, even…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five- January 6

    Friday’s Fave Five- January 6

    I’ve struggled to keep track of what day it was this week because of the New Year’s Day holiday which fell on Sunday but that was observed by many businesses on Monday. I can’t explain why, since it didn’t impact anything I did, but it seems any excuse to confuse my days, does. Maybe it…

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  • Making Peace with Paradox

    Making Peace with Paradox

    On another gorgeous sunny Saskatchewan afternoon, I drive out to Caronport to pick up Makiya for some grandma/granddaughter time in Moose Jaw. My emotional tank is topped up during the drive there thanks to the beauty of the prairie. I think about pulling over to capture a photo but decide against it. The image accompanying…

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  • Sense Memory

    Sense Memory

    In the morning, I go to the library while Gerry stays home and spreads out photography papers on the dining table as a precursor to organizing them in binders he picked up the day prior. I spend time orienting myself in the library, looking for spaces I might return to write one day and locating…

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