Friday, October 29, 2010
Café au lait
... I love to stop at the bakery and sip a café au lait
... I revel in the colours of the fruit and vegetables
... I love to interact with the people who work there
... it has atmosphere
... I can buy from the butcher who raised the animals
... well - just because.
Pansy in the Autumn
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
No More Picnics
The water looked grey as it rushed over the submerged rocks. These are the Lachine Rapids, the reason ships could not get further up the St. Lawrence River until the seaway was built.
Bits of bright colours peeked out here and there - the rose hips that had not yet dried out. And here and there some hardy flowers still bloomed.

You can always find people fishing here, but I wouldn't want to consume fish from the river. We have managed to fill most of our waterways with toxic pollutants. Laws have been enacted which have helped things slowly improve, but PCBs lurk on the river bottom. Sometimes it's better not to think below the surface.
The sun tried to come out, but a haze covered the scene. It was a grey October day.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Mile End
Market Madness
I like the whimsy I see at the market - the creative ways they use the seasonal vegetables to create. The market always makes shopping more delightful.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Handmade Pottery
I made these many years ago. I featured one of my creations previously but the daily shoot pushed me to feature these. They are coil pots - ropes of clay meticulously placed and then finger push by finger push, attached to the coil before it. I've tried a number of handicrafts over the years, from pottery to a variety of needlework. There is such satisfaction in homemade things, whether crafts or a home cooked meal. That's part of what makes each home unique.
Evening Light
Monday, October 18, 2010
Changeable Weather
Autumn Walk
Seed pods turn into fantastic sculptures as they dry out .

There is beauty in this decay as the colour palette changes to browns. In the plant world decay is temporary. Spring will bring rebirth.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Variety
On the human front diversity is still not always celebrated. We have seen several instances of genocide over the last number of years. And there is often suspicion about "the other". I have certainly seen progress in North America in terms of discrimination due to race, religion, sex. However there has been a lot in the news about teasing and bullying due to homophobia with very sad results. When will we learn that while humans have many differences, we are all human with far more similarities. Diversity just adds colour to humankind - more reasons to learn from one another.
My New Tripod
And with each new purchase lots more to learn.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Catching the Sun
As a child the only decorating we did for Halloween was to carve a jack-o'-lantern. Over the years people have started to decorate earlier and to create more elaborate decorations. Some lean toward the more ghoulish themes. I like the once that celebrate autumn as this scene does.
Sun Life Building
There is lots to admire with the variety of architectural features. I don't know if it is true, but one web site said that the crown jewels of England as well as bullion from the Bank of England were stored in the basement vaults during World War II. This building was built to last; it dominates Dorchester Square.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Montreal Looking East
I love to see the dogs out walking from tiny miniatures to great big pooches - all enjoying the atmosphere. The mountain is a happy place. I looked down towards Beaver Lake...
... admiring the reflection. The walk energized me with autumn's clear air and cool temperature. It was wonderful to breathe in the magic of the season.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Towards Downtown
A little further to the right of this photograph is "the mountain" - actually not much more than a hill at 233 m (764 ft). The city has a bylaw restricting the height of buildings so that Mount Royal remains higher thus preserving the wonderful view from the summit. So while Montreal has buildings, some of which top 40 stories, it does not have the skyscrapers that tower over some cities.
Decay
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Resisting Temptation
The rest of my visit to the market included far healthier items - but eye catching in their own way.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Apple Time
Saturday, October 2, 2010
A Splash of Sunshine
saturating the leaves
with its golden rays.
Flaming branches flickered
in the gentle breeze
Autumn is an enigma
Bright displays
Reach to the sky
While on the ground
the fallen leaves
dry and crumble
Fallen Leaf
There is something melancholy about autumn. While the trees put on a colourful show, they slowly lose these leaves. Autumn is also about loss. This single leaf lies on the ground, riddled with holes - was it food for a parasite?
I suddenly thought of the Canadian soldiers in Afghanistan - in the glory of youth. Some make it home riddled by bullets or shrapnel or by the invisible wounds of post traumatic stress. While this leaf will never see its former glory, the tree it came from will rest over the winter and then once again grow foliage and shade the forest. The men come home needing that long winter rest, to heal and to learn to live again. We are only slowly recognizing the need for time and even that does not heal all wounds
Friday, October 1, 2010
Fallen Leaves
I just read Anne Michael's latest book, The Winter Vault. It deals a lot with memory and place. Interesting ideas to mull over and I like her way of writing - very poetic.
On a rainy day, I brought my spouse to St. Donat to see the house and grounds where I spent my summers and weekends from the mid-50s to 1986. I wanted him to peek into my memories. For me the place had layers - with ghosts and visions of years past. I saw not only what was there that day, but also the people and events I lived with and through here. Even the house, renovated and expanded since my parents sold it, I saw as it was. Many of the people who populated that life are now gone - they too are memories.
I have not gone often since the house was sold. And when I do, I go when I know no one will be there. I need to feel that I am not tresspassing. It's hard to go back, to see a place that was home and no longer is, to stare at the view across the lake as a stranger. But every so often I need to look again at the place that is still so much part of who I am.
Autumn Glory
This annual spectacle never ceases to amaze me. The hills seem to catch on fire with flames of red, orange, yellow and gold leaves. I feast on the colour knowing that gray November will follow.





























