Not So Easy Being Green!

Weekly Photo Challenge: It IS Easy Being Green!

Well, actually it’s not so easy to be green in March in Montreal!

Easier in England where I’ve spent the last few weeks. It was a very stressful and sad time. But every morning during the 45 minute drive to the hospital I would soak in the colours of daffodils, primroses, and the blossoming trees…

In particular I found the sight of the green, green fields spreading out each side of the road very comforting.

When you see something green you know it is alive, right? It also means balance, calm and harmony. So it is a great color to have around when you are trying to restart yourself after a hard day. It is the reason we feel so great when we are out in the open. Color Psychology

I arrived back in Montreal just in time for the biggest snow storm of the winter so it was back to white. It snowed again all day yesterday (Friday). No green in sight….

Montreal Musée des Beaux Arts

..until I came across the photo below as I was cleaning up my desktop. I had to use it!

frog - Montreal Botanical Gardens

The frog was in the reeds at the edge of a lake in the Montreal Botanical Gardens (2013 Montreal International Mosaïcultures).

Atop the High Wire

Weekly Photo Challenge: Atop
Atop

I’ve always had trouble watching artists take daring risks, such as this tightrope walker crossing St. Denis Street during Montreal’s Cirque Festival in 2016. Usually I cover my eyes and ask my husband to tell me when it’s over!

Montreal Cirque Festival 2016

But he was having so much fun that I couldn’t not watch! Even though there was nothing between him and the hard street below.

Montreal Cirque Festival 2016

We Are…

black bear, Spirit Bear Lodge, Great Bear Rainforest, BC

“We are all wildlife”  seen on WWF poster

pansy

“…we are not in control. We are a part of this planet, and must learn to live within in it. Attempts to bend it to our will, ultimately, won’t work. Every place yearns to be wild. Weeds push through asphalt. Roots tap into underground piping. I think it’s time we honour our place within a living planet, and work hard to ensure that our impact doesn’t stifle the beauty and vibrancy of the wild world.” 2016 Governor General’s Award Winners Jon Erik Lappano and Kellen Hatanaka

spotted salamander, Eastern Townships, QC

“After all, we all came from water.” Big guy lifting weights at the gym last week to his trainer

Thanks to settleinelpaso for including me in the networking activity Three Days, Three Quotes.  I’m not sure if I’ll manage another quotations post but appreciate the idea as a way to reflect on the beginning of a new year!  Go check out the fun posts in Settle in El Paso, a family blog.

Advice to You of Two Worlds

chimneys on the rooftop of Gaudí's La Predera, Barcelona

That you are of two worlds, hurled from lunar atmospheres and solar frequencies, that I know.

That you are bursting with hope and hilarity, seizing in bear hugs all who float by, I know too. Also that you are sneaky, yes you are, leaking lies, striving to impress, beguiling the well-intentioned with intense and immense argumentations, sentences that fall into phrases, phrases into words, words into letters, letters into ugly smudgy blotches of ink.

Think before sinking into that morass, move fast, fly.

Don’t deny the demon – but you, who are of two worlds, must learn to unfurl your mauve boa with esprit, élan and go forth, sew, sow, and delight, claim your birthright, if you can, both birthrights, hobnail boots here, glass slippers there. Ride the wild mare of red night, all blue mane and glinting hooves into the buttery dream of day.

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This is another photo from my recent Barcelona trip: chimneys come alive on the rooftop of Gaudí’s La Predera. When I first saw them, the chimneys turned into guardsmen but in my photo they seem to have become more feminine.

Weekly Photo Challenge: transmogrify

 

Swan Girl

2016

Berwick-upon-Tweed

Her hair was a disaster, matted, dull and tangled. But her fingernails were immaculate – long and smooth.

Her top was like a shroud, draping shapelessly over her shoulders. But her skirt was as glorious and brilliant as a wedding gown.

On her left foot a worn running shoe with scarcely any of the sole remaining, on the right a Continue reading

Those Kind of Feet

Gabrielle by Mathieu Isabelle, Place Ville Marie, Montréal, 2013These shoes are gorgeous, I say to him, but they are awfully big. Why would anyone make such huge shoes?

They were made for a big girl, the old guy says. Or rather, for a girl with big feet.

When I say girl, he says, I mean young woman. Beautiful, she was. But I had no shoes to fit her. She was so disappointed. She loved a pair of red shoes I had, and some green sandals  – like those over there – with little tassels. But they were both way too small.

I imagine she was a blonde, I say to him. She’d have to be. To go with those shoes. Or did she have long black hair? And I bet she was dressed in one of those pencil skirts. You know, with a slit up the side.

I don’t know about that, he says. I only noticed her feet. You should have seen those feet walk. No tripping or stumbling for them. I’ve never seen feet walk so steadily, so firmly. They were the kind of feet Continue reading

Walking Down Walls

Invisible Theater, Bristol

Looking up, he saw the girl half-open a window on the sixth floor, squeeze through it and walk down the wall to the street.

“The party was a bust,” she explained.

Her voice was flat, thin, a little nasal. He wondered if that was caused by her having walked down the wall. Resistance to gravity must surely have an effect on the nasal passages. She was extraordinarily pale under the streetlights.

“Do you need special shoes to do that?” he asked.

“Do what?” She walked with an easy stride that seemed to cover inordinate Continue reading