Through My Eyes

Lentil Soup

2012-01-31T23:14:00.001-05:00

Lentil Soup, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I love it when my daughter cooks. The house was filled with the enticing smells of garlic and onion. Lentil soup - perfect for a winter day. Tasty, nourishing and warming from the inside out.

Looking Down

2012-01-30T21:23:00.001-05:00

Looking Down, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A travel day - taxi to subway, subway to Union Station, Porter shuttle to ferry terminal, ferry to Toronto Island (3 minutes), plane to Montreal, taxi home. And so good to be home.

Flying from Billy Bishop airport is stress-free. No long lineups at security. I got to the airport early and enjoyed my free cappuccino and cookies. The little touches make flying feel like a human experience rather than feel like roundup of cattle that get herded through.

Utensils

2012-01-29T23:10:00.001-05:00

Utensils, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

We're house-sitting, dog-sitting, being a support to father / in-law. I find it hard to cook in someone else's kitchen. Nothing is where I expect it to be and the herbs or spices I usually use are not necessarily available. So cooking simple meals is sometimes complicated - a treasure hunt through drawers and cupboards to find what I need.

Nora

2012-01-29T20:57:00.001-05:00

Nora, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

My spouse and I have been dog-sitting for Nora. Nora was found wandering the streets of Montreal. When her owners couldn't be found, she was adopted through a slightly circuitous route by my sister-in-law in Toronto. She is very cute, very enthusiastic and very happy to be in such a good home.

I admire dog owners more. I don't love pulling on my clothes at 7:00 am to walk her. But there is no fenced in yard, so a walk it is. And then there is the late evening walk. When I would love to be finding a cosy spot, it's time to go out again. But Nora's delight and appreciation make it worthwhile.

Looking forward to being home with my cat :-)

Dual Purpose

2012-01-27T23:02:00.001-05:00

Dual Purpose, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Today I had lunch at the restaurant in Osgoode Hall in Toronto. What a treat! This is the restaurant of the Ontario Law Society. The decor is from another era. The great hall in which it is located is lined with legal books. Dishes, necessary to the restaurant perch on the shelves beside them.

Large stained glass windows are located above the shelving letting light into the room. It is not uncommon to see lawyers in their robes, dining here as the courts are also located in this building. We took the opportunity to wander around part of the building, enjoying all the architectural details. The Great Library is a jewel - with an ornate ceiling and beautiful etched class windows.

Here is a wood carving from the Barristers' Lounge - my hommage to the Year of the Dragon. I certainly hope to go back and explore more. It is an amazing historical building.

Oh- and the food was fantastic - lobster bisque, Arctic char, a crepe filled with bananas and served with ice cream with pistachios, wonderfully brewed coffee - a feast.

Turkish Passport

2012-01-27T08:58:00.001-05:00

Turkish Passport, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A friend invited us to go to a screening of Turkish Passport, a documentary film about what the Turkish ambassador and consuls did to save the Turkish Jews who were living in France. The film was the work of a young Turkish film-maker. It was incredibly well-researched and highlights the sense of moral duty these men felt to stand up for the citizens of their country. In many cases they risked their own lives to ensure the safety of their citizens.

It is a wonderful example of how the Turks viewed all people as equal. If only that could be the case today around the world - that race, religion and ethnicity would no longer be reasons for division. A film worth seeing.

Under the Overpass

2012-01-26T14:14:00.001-05:00

Under the Overpass, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I like the geometry of this overpass. Many triangles give strength. I well remember Buckminster Fuller's geodesic dome which was the US pavilion. Its many triangles created the dome. The structure still stands on St. Helen's Island, though a fire destroyed the shell. It now contains a museum devoted to the environment.

Mood Lighting

2012-01-26T13:52:00.001-05:00

Mood Lighting, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Dinner in a restaurant in Toronto to celebrate a birthday - not mine. I'm a summer baby. These lights and glass hung from the ceiling with the background colour changing constantly.

I've read a few articles lately about colour and its effect on us. Here is an interesting infographic about colour in web sites. Or have a look at this blog post and infographic on the psychology of colour.

Wise Owl

2012-01-25T10:19:00.001-05:00

Owl, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

As I think more seriously about moving, I'm having to make many choices about what to keep and what to dispose of. And then there is a question of how to dispose of things so that what can be reused finds a new home.

My newly found wisdom realizes that things can become burdens. Downsizing will eventually feel light. Will I remember this wisdom once ensconced in my yet to be found new place? Or will I be acquiring again after a big purge of stuff?

Small Tomatoes

2012-01-25T10:07:00.001-05:00

Small Tomatoes, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

While these may look large in a photograph, they are small, but about the only tomatoes that have any taste this time of year here. I was at a restaurant and the tomatoes in the salad were hard and tasteless and not even very red. It's better to have no tomatoes.

Warm Comfort

2012-01-22T13:14:00.001-05:00

Warm Comfort, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I bought this dog years ago for my daughter. It has a warm / cold bag inside that you can heat in the microwave so the dog turns into a sort of warm comfort. My daughter never took to it.

My cat, at the age of 15 is a heat seeker. I decided to try him with this dog and it was instant "friendship." He cuddles up contentedly.

House Concert

2012-01-21T13:16:00.001-05:00

House Concert, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A house concert is a wonderful experience; there is an intimacy you don't get in churches or concert halls. I went to a benefit concert on behalf of Les Voix Humaines. They are raising money to pay for the viola da gambas they had made by Pierre Charette and Hélène Cossette. Not only did I hear music played by Les Voix Humaines, but they were joined by lutenist, Sylvain Bergeron, soprano, Hélène Brunet and countertenor, Daniel Taylor. Here is one of the songs he sang: O waly, waly, accompanied by Sylvain Bergeron.

What a treat! And, of course, we got to hear the new viols.
Back of the Tenor Viol

Viol Head in profile (a young Charles I of England)

I first met this viol in November when I was at a meeting at Susie Napper's house. You can learn more about the process of making a viol here.

Cat and Mouse

2012-01-20T16:45:00.001-05:00

Cat and Mouse, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Looking up at the bright blue sky - its colour seems more intense in winter. When the temperature plummets, the sun seems brighter. Cold air can't hold moisture. Bundled up, I enjoyed the cold air. You can dress against cold, but can never undress enough in the heat.

Walking was treacherous as our yoyo weather has left ice everywhere under foot. The side streets aren't so bad, but the icy sidewalks on the main thoroughfares are polished from the many passing feet. I envy the young feet that seemed to skip along as I carefully placed each foot.

Winter Lights

2012-01-19T15:40:00.001-05:00

Winter Lights, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The wind had bite creating cold much harsher than the temperature indicated. I walked on an icy moonscape created by snow then rain then sudden cold. Taking off my glove I snapped this photo and my finger tips immediately objected.

I played with the light - moving my camera to create an abstract image. Or was it just that I was trying to bring back circulation to my fingers by moving a bit?

Enjoying the Blooms

2012-01-18T08:54:00.001-05:00

Enjoying the Blooms, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Freezing drizzle followed by snow followed by freezing rain followed by rain and high winds. It was definitely a day to enjoy being indoors. A bowl of soup, a bit of work, a good book... And, as always, my indoor garden.

In Memory

2012-01-16T21:42:00.001-05:00

In Memory, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Mental illness is a terrible thing. No one can see your pain or really understand the inability to get your life in order. A young man suffered for many years, unable to live up to what he thought others felt he should do, immobilized by his invisible illness. He is now at peace.

I shed tears in his memory with thoughts of the days when he smiled and opened his heart to others. He was a gentle soul to others and a tortured soul to himself. And always the question, "What else could I have done?" despite knowing none of us can do more than our best, including him.

Winter Finery

2012-01-16T09:25:00.001-05:00

Winter Finery, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I cling to the sunshine and the joyous blue skies as around me there are people who suffer from the blues. Funny that blue can mean sad when this vibrant sky screams delight. I bundle up in my many layered winter outfit to gawk at winter's finery. Trees clad in bridal white, lawns covered in sparkling diamonds - they grab the sun's rays to defy the biting cold.

Tigra

2012-01-15T12:25:00.001-05:00

Tigra, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: January 15, 2012

Tigra belongs to cousins of ours. She started life as a street dog in the Dominican Republic and developed all the wiles she needed to survive. For several years she has lived here in a comfortable home. Life sure changes, but some of her habits persist. She is a great scavenger, waiting patiently to snap up anything that drops from people's plates. Indoors she is a lamb, happily submitting to attention from one and all, even baring her belly to anyone willing to provide the welcome scratches and caresses. I'm told that outdoors she is a wolf, with her street-learned instincts coming to the fore. She will defend her territory and her people. Fortunately, I have only seen the lamb side. Her intelligent eyes, make it hard to resist her.

Brides in the Window

2012-01-15T10:16:00.001-05:00

Brides in the Window, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: January 13, 2011
As the snow fell I noticed this trio of brides in these upper floor windows. Though just manequins, they seemed to be pondering the weather situation. I just thought this would be a great story prompt to let the imagination go wild.

Under a Snowy Blanket

2012-01-13T10:48:00.001-05:00

Under a Snowy Blanket, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

There she sat, holding her baby to her under the snowy blanket. Her bronze body didn't shiver.

Yet there are many homeless whose human flesh braves all elements as they seek out warmth in doorways, in metro stations - wherever warmth and shelter can be found. Recently a homeless man was shot by police in one of our metro stations. His mental state led to aggression. We have closed psychiatric beds, tried to medicate people out of their illnesses and sent them off. Without supervision and financial means, some end up on the streets. Surely, we can find better ways to support those who need it, to help them live safer and happier lives.

Whiteout Weather

2012-01-13T10:38:00.001-05:00

Whiteout Weather, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Our first real winter storm arrived, with winds pushing the falling snow to create white-outs. As I ventured out late in the afternoon to walk to the metro, the snow sparkled under the city lights.

Driving was treacherous with many accidents reported, and walking was a challenge. But it is magical to walk with the snowflakes dancing around you and everything a pristine white.

Parts of the Whole

2012-01-11T14:07:00.001-05:00

Parts of the Whole, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

One of the things I like about photography is the way it has sharpened my eyes. Even when I don't have camera in hand, I see things I used to ignore.

Today's Posting "Look for abstract shapes and designs today. Make a photo of a subject everyone has seen that's not easily recognizable" is interesting in that it's things like that I notice more - the shape of an object, the quality of light, the patterns of shadows.

While this object may be familiar to some, by taking it out of context you can see other possibilities. Focusing on the details often reveals treasures.

Nearly finished

2012-01-10T15:10:00.001-05:00

Nearly finished, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I've been working on this blanket for several months. I just have one more strip to knit. While I will be glad to finish it, I am wondering, "What next?" Knitting relaxes me, especially as I make things that don't have to fit.

My mother was an expert knitter, making countless sweaters in every possible pattern. when we were young, she made mittens and socks. While I have embarked on complex patterns for afghans, I have never had to worry about how something would fit at the end of the endeavour.

But soon I will need a new project...

Belgian Waffle

2012-01-08T15:51:00.001-05:00

Belgian Waffle, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A new little place to eat opened recently in Casselman. You can get homemade soup and sandwiches. The owner is originally from Belgium and she makes typical Belgian waffles. I only eyed this one as I spooned up my broccoli soup. Tempting though it was, January the guilt kicks in and I try yet again to live a healthy lifestyle.

This was preceded by a walk in the woods. There is just enough snow to feel like winter, but not enough to go snowshoeing. But the bright blue sky and pristine white was a delightful treat after many grey days.

Deer from Crete

2012-01-07T22:52:00.001-05:00

Deer from Crete, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Funny this photography bug -I'm trying for now to keep up with a photo a day. I've joined a group called Today's Posting, hoping their daily suggestions will inspire me. Today's challenge: find a statue, sculpture, or fountain and make a photograph of it today. Consider the time of day and light.

A weekend in Casselman does not provide many opportunities to find public art or fountains. So I hunted around for a sculpture and found this one. According to my spouse, who acquired this in Crete, the deer were revered, as they killed snakes. Here is a sculpture he remembered seeing in Chania (we found it via Google maps).

Gate to Chinatown

2012-01-07T11:41:00.001-05:00

Gate to Chinatown, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Every city seems to have a Chinatown. Now many include businesses and restaurants from a number of east Asian countries. This arch, stretching over Somerset Street in Ottawa, pays homage to the many Chinese businesses in this area.

Good food is always part of Chinatown, with many Chinese restaurants located there. The food seems to differ from city to city as it caters as much to western tastes as to its origins. On a cold damp evening, there is nothing like hot and sour soup to take the chill away. This was followed by other delights. Well fortified, the temperature did not seem as cold as I returned to my car to drive home.

Broccoli

2012-01-05T19:36:00.001-05:00

Broccoli, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The older I get, the more conscious I am of having to nurture my body. In our youth we feel immortal. I no longer feel that way. So I try to eat more fruit and vegetables; I am pushing myself to exercise more. And I buy organic when I can. Broccoli is a favourite of mine. This organic broccoli is ready for steaming. Trout is on the menu. January is always full of good intentions.

Passing By

2012-01-04T16:46:00.001-05:00

Passing By, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

There was something about this building that appealed to me as I was driving. I stopped to shoot a couple of pictures. It stood out in an area of run down buildings.

Rectangles

2012-01-04T09:27:00.001-05:00

Rectangles, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

With temperatures hovering near -15C it was hard to walk past this cafe without going in. It's definitely a time for caccooning. A hot cup of herbal tea once I was home, dinner and a good book. But my friend ventured out and joined me for an evening of playing music. Much better than sitting in front of a television!

A Flock of Cyclamen

2012-01-03T09:16:00.001-05:00

A Flock of Cyclamen, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Like butterflies, the delicate cyclamen blossoms hover above the green leaves. Outdoors, the temperature has been swinging up and down. Indoors, I enjoy my summer garden.

Books

2012-01-01T23:36:00.001-05:00

Books, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Looking forward. This will be a year of change. Looking for a new place to live, I will be selling the house I have lived in for the last 25 years. So many decisions. I am trying to simplify my life a bit. I have way too many books and am weeding my book shelves, boxing up those I can part with. These books, all by Canadian authors have escaped the first cull.

I keep trying to tell myself that I don't need them, that I will not be re-reading them as there are always new books to read. Each time I approach the shelves it gets a little easier to deposit some into the waiting boxes. And then - what to do with them? Fewer places are taking books. Any ideas out there? I certainly don't want to be filling up landfill with these treasures.

Heat Seeking

2012-01-01T13:40:00.001-05:00

Heat Seeking, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: December 31, 2011

New Year's eve is a time when we stop and look back and reflect on the year gone by. Although reflection and taking stock may be part of our lives with goal setting happening at various points of the year, the end of year thoughts are not just about assessing the year, but also about remembering.

I wish all my friends, both those I know face to face and my virtual friends a healthy and fulfilling year, full of the warmth of friendship. My life is richer for knowing you. For those I know only through their online presence, I learn so much from your thoughts, photos and wise words that you share so generously. I'm looking forward to another year of growth.

Frosty Patterns

2011-12-30T17:51:00.001-05:00

Frosty Patterns, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Frost paintings hide the view as arctic temperatures embrace the city. While outdoors, the wind strokes faces with its icy fingers, indoors all is warm. A cup of tea, good company and time to relax.

My sunny amaryllis, newly opened, chases away thoughts of the cold.

Music in New France

2011-12-29T18:01:00.001-05:00

Music in New France, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Les Idées Heureuses concert
It was a delightful afternoon of music and dance from New France. With the exception of one piece, there is evidence that the music played in the concert was played and enjoyed in the early to mid 18th Century in New France (now the province of Quebec). Manuscripts of the pieces, many by French composers, others composed here, were found among the belongings of some of the early settlers.

Life was not easy for the early colonists who braved cold winters and other hardships. But they did have music, both secular and sacred as well as dance to take their minds off any difficulties. The wealthier settlers enjoyed balls and other entertainment, much as they would have in France.

We had to brave rather frigid temperatures to get there, hardly the same kind of hardship with our modern winter clothing and modern heated vehicles. And then we enjoyed this concert, all done in costume, with excerpts of letters from a widowed colonist to her son. Madame Bégon described life among the well-to-do in her many letters.

Wintry Stream

2011-12-26T16:02:00.001-05:00

Wintry Stream, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Another gentle snowfall has changed the landscape to wintry white. We walked at Bois de Liesse. Despite the small amount of snow, cross country skiers were out shushing through the trails. This stream has not frozen and a lone duck swam in the frigid waters. I hope its downy insulation is thick.

Then Some Snow

2011-12-23T20:18:00.001-05:00

Then Some Snow, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Snow fell softly most of the day, dressing trees in bridal finery. With frigid temperatures expected, it should stay around for Christmas. The snow brightens everything up, even at night when the light from street lamps creates frosty diamonds.

Icy Branches

2011-12-22T12:38:00.000-05:00

Icy Branches, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Treacherous weather leads to beauty when the sun shines on the icy branches. The frozen rain that coats the branches, now drips down belatedly. Winter does not seem to want to take hold this year.

Emily Carr et ses amis

2011-12-21T09:04:00.001-05:00

Emily Carr et ses amis, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I love to come across public art. This one was new to me. It is a sculpture by Joe Fafard - Emily Carr et ses amis. I am a fan of both Fafard and Carr and it is nice to see an artist pay hommage to another.

Emily Carr was born in 1871. She certainly didn't follow tradition. A painter, a writer and a non-conformist, she is known best for her paintings of British Columbia, particularly those done in the Kwakiutl villages. You can learn more about her here. If you search for images on Google you will find many examples of her work as well as photographs of the artist herself.

Joe Fafard is a contemporary artist. I have photographed a cow he did, which lies near the Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal. The cow has recently been moved around the corner and now lies on grass. Learn more about Joe Fafard here.

Sculpture in Progress

2011-12-18T21:36:00.001-05:00

Sculpture in Progress, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Finally some cold weather. Flutissimo played a concert at the Marché de Nöel in Vieux Longueuil. Usually the outdoor area is full of snow and ice sculptures. The snow has held off and the rainy weather would have washed away any ice. So today some blocks of ice waited for these ice sculptors to turn them into wintry creations.

Earlier in the day the blocks stood ready. Despite the lack of snow, people were in the festive spirit -shopping at the kiosques for hand made items, gourmet local food items, locally produced goods. As we arrived early for the concert, I was able to wander around. I now have a cosy hat for the cold weather made of alpaca wool.

Singing Tree

2011-12-17T18:23:00.001-05:00

Singing Tree, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: December 16, 2011

Walking, I heard a singing tree. Its branches were full of a chorus of birds. Their voices sang of the sunshine whose rays still spread some warmth. Cold weather is coming, but the birds just enjoyed the moment.... as did I.

Climate Change

2011-12-17T09:37:00.001-05:00

Climate Change, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: December 14, 2001

Still no real snow. And I'm angry. The Harper Government puts economy before everything. Short term solutions for long term disaster. They have backed out of the Kyoto Accord, try to say that the tar sands are not only ethical but environmentally OK. It is an embarrassement to be Canadian.

November was unseasonably warm. December has been unseasonably warm. And this is no longer an anomaly. We have had several of the warmest years in a century just in the last decade. The climate IS changing, whether Harper wants to acknowledge it or not. And we all have to do something to pull in the reins before massive flooding leads to economic hardships in many parts of the world, before climate change leads to drought in other parts of the world. There was a time that Canada led, not just followed. Canada could be an example to others. Instead - if the US isn't on board we won't be either.

Sure, I want people to have jobs. But we have to start thinking longer term than the next quarter of the year. If you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem. Let your MPs know you are not happy.

Gone

2011-12-16T13:07:00.001-05:00

Gone, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

There was a house here. In fact, I knew the people who lived here. I'm amazed that people would buy a house only to demolish it and build anew. I understand renovating; I understand adding on. But to pay the price for a property only to totally demolish is astonishing to me.

We'll see what appears, how it fits in with the neighbourhood. I can't help but feel a little piece of history is missing. I like the fact that my house has been lived in by others. I hope the next buyers will value some of the little touches I leave behind and then put their mark on it. Houses carry history.

Centaur Theatre

2011-12-16T12:54:00.001-05:00

Centaur Theatre, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: December 11, 2011

I walked past Centaur Theatre on my way to dinner in a restaurant. I have photographed it in the day time. It has a very different feel from a night time shot. This year I have been going to the plays. Next up: In Absentia by Morris Panych. Although the acting has been good in the last two plays I saw, I did not find the plays very satisfying. But in Montreal, it is important to support English theatre.

Cyclamen

2011-12-12T09:52:00.001-05:00

Cyclamen, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Delicate petals hover over the leaves of the cyclamen, like butterflies waiting to land. I delight in my indoor garden where some new plants have joined my old stalwarts.

My Christmas cacti have been good to me, flowering one after another so I can appreciate each plant's blooms.

My summer garden bloomed in profusion - it was the mass of colour I appreciated. But indoors I treasure each flower. Such detail to examine and marvel over the myriad of patterns flowers can take.

I am tempted by the flowers I see for sale. Like an insect, I am attracted by their colours; they lure me in. Can one ever have too many flowers in a home? I don't think I have yet reached that limit!

Moon Rise

2011-12-10T14:41:00.001-05:00

Moon Rise, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

How do you capture the moon. So often I am enchanted by the moon hanging low in the sky. I reach for my camera, but the image in my brain is so much clearer and majestic than my camera can capture.

I never seem to have the right camera or right lens to share the scene I am seeing. I guess that is a major difference between me, the casual hobby photographer and the professionals. They check for nature's phenomena - times of sunrises and sunsets, times of moon rise. I just happen upon these things unprepared.

Memorial

2011-12-06T16:05:00.001-05:00

Memorial, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Today is the twenty-second anniversary of the massacre at the École Polytechnique. I wrote about it before. Out of this sad event, Canada enacted a gun registry. Now the "Harper Government" wants to sack the long gun registry, as it is, according to them, not fair to hunters and farmers. Odd that no one thinks registering a car is not fair but guns should be exempt. The police would like to keep the registry; they say it helps them know if there are guns present when called out. You can learn more here.

The government of Quebec wants to start its own gun registry and wants the records for Quebec owned guns. The Harper government wants to destroy all the records, which the tax payers have paid for. This government does not represent me.

We will remember the women who were killed and will, in their names, continue to fight for the conditions that prevent violence to women.

We will not forget

Geneviève Bergeron

Hélène Colgan

Nathalie Croteau

Barbara Daigneault

Anne-Marie Edward

Maud Haviernick

Maryse Laganière

Maryse Leclair

Anne-Marie Lemay

Sonia Pelletier

Michèle Richard

Annie St-Arneault

Annie Turcotte

Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz

Downy Woodpecker

2011-12-04T10:25:00.001-05:00

Downy Woodpecker, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A walk on Mount Royal always brings delight. The bird feeders have been filled, bringing chickadees to peck at the seeds, while underneath the squirrels gorge on the seeds that fall.

This downy woodpecker, visible without the foliage was flitting from branch to branch, foraging. He was pecking at the smaller branches so the rap-tapping was quiet.

The air was nippy, with most walkers bundled in winter jackets, hats and gloves. The occasional jogger trotted past in shorts. I admire their fortitude and think back to my youth when I had to wear a tunic to school. It was not chic to wear long pants under your tunic (even though you had to take them off at school) and knee socks were in, so I foolishly shivered while waiting for buses, with my bare legs under my just over the knee-length tunic. That was about the last time I have given in to fashion over warmth!

I love the way the bare branches open up the view, making buildings and the river visible. It's an ever-changing place with our many seasons.

Imprinted on the Sidewalk

2011-12-03T15:30:00.001-05:00

Imprinted on the Sidewalk, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: December 1, 2011
It's funny to think how these footprints may be interpreted far in the future. Now we study dinosaur footprints. What will these squirrel prints tell future archeologists?

Drops

2011-11-29T16:42:00.001-05:00

Drops, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Drops of water
Suspended
poised
to drip down
on unsuspecting heads

Stairways

2011-11-29T15:09:00.001-05:00

Stairways, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

As Montreal as outdoor staircases. This is so typical here, despite our snowy winters. I've written before about why they exist. The staircase to the third floor is indoors. I don't envy those who have to navigate these daily with packages, babies and other items in their arms. They are quite steep and despite anyone's best efforts, snow and ice accumulate. But such are the challenges of our climate and our city!

The Spoon Man

2011-11-26T13:46:00.001-05:00

The Spoon Man, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

This man has been sitting outside Ogilvy's department store in Montreal for many years. He plays the spoons - a traditional percussion "instrument" in Quebec. People originally used kitchen spoons; now you can find wooden spoons that are attached at the top. At one time the store tried to get rid of Mr Spoonman as you can see in this article from 2004, but people rallied to his support and he is now quite a fixture.

At this time of year, he faces the Ogilvy's Christmas window - a long-standing tradition. It is full of animated Steiff animals - a whimsical scene. You can learn more about the history of the window here.

and more here.

This doesn't do it justice - as you cannot see the movement here. But here is a link to YouTube video that shows them in action along with Spoonman.

Night Lighting

2011-11-23T17:55:00.001-05:00

Night Lighting, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I love it when care is taken to light up the architectural details on a building. This used to be a fire station. It was converted into a library / community centre. The recorder orchestra I play in rehearses there.

Recently it was in the news as the borough was looking at cutting the adult division of the library to save money. It got a last minute reprieve, but citizens of the area are working to ensure it stays open.

Gamba Head of Young Charles I

2011-11-22T15:49:00.001-05:00

Gamba Head of Young Charles I, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

This head of Charles I as a young man sits on a new tenor viola da gamba made for Les Voix Humaines. He has not yet witnessed much music but he has a long illustrious concert life ahead of him.

More and more has been written lately about music being so essential to life. In fact, in one article I read it said that music may have come before speech. I know, for me, music has played many roles in my life. I have gone to music for solace, for joy, for relaxation, for stimulation and it has never disappointed me.

Musicians (other than those few pop stars) have a tough time. Instruments like this are very expensive to buy and expensive to keep. While sports figures get sponsors, advertising contracts to pay for their equipment, musicians are self-financed and their earnings are nothing like what a sports player earns.

I would hate to see Charles wear a company scarf to advertise a sponsor, but there has to be a way to make it possible for more musicians to have fine instruments. I had a chance to hear this viole played and it has a beautiful rich sound.

Shakespeare said, " Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?"

This viola da gamba will speak for its players, communicating in ways mere words could never express.

Theo

2011-11-20T21:39:00.001-05:00

Theo, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I played music today with a good friend who has three cats. This is Theodore (Theo for short). I have featured his "brother" before, Noël. Theo is not as musically inclined. While Noël usually comes to play audience, Theo and Yuki remain aloof. After a few years, they no longer run away when I arrive. They sit, each on their favourite chair and tolerate my presence.

Five years ago, Yuki, pregnant and quite bedraggled, came from the SPCA to my friend. Since her kittens were born she has turned into quite a beauty - very regal and conscious of her place in cat society. Noël is one of her offspring.

Yet again, they kept their distance while we played music. Noël came and checked out our rehearsal. When we play in a student recital next month, I will be picturing Noël as my audience to help allay performance fears. He has never complained yet about my playing.

Christmas Cactus in November

2011-11-20T17:30:00.001-05:00

Christmas Cactus in November, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I'm cultivating my indoor garden as the dark of November closes in. No more orchids flowering (I had to dispose of a few due to aphids), my Christmas cactuses decided to flower. I need flowers.

They nourish my soul as I revel in their quirky shapes and bright colours. I particularly love it when plants re-flower. It's like winning an award for keeping them. But each year I get seduced by yet another flowering plant. Not a big price to pay to chase away the November blues. Who knows which one it will be this year...

A Surprise Visitor

2011-11-17T23:36:00.001-05:00

A Surprise Visitor, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

My daughter called me outside to catch this visitor. I barely got this shot when he flew off. It's the second time I've seen a pileated woodpecker near my house. I hope this one comes back again soon.

The Internet - the pot of gold

2011-11-17T20:39:00.001-05:00

The Internet - the pot of gold, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

On sunny days the sun hits the bevel on a mirror on the wall and splits into a rainbow of colour. It fell across my computer and I thought about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Not so many years ago we simply didn't have access to the information, the virtual relationships, the virtual conferences, the many ways of connecting and learning. My computer really leads to the pot of gold.

The Global Education Conference is taking place this week. I managed to participate in a few sessions. It is amazing what I can access from my home at no cost - a pot of golden ideas, and gems to ponder and share.

Near Beaver Lake

2011-11-15T15:43:00.001-05:00

Near Beaver Lake, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

With early sunset, the end of the day has turned into night. I went walking with a friend near Beaver Lake - an artificial pond on Mount Royal. This building serves as an equipment rental place, a cafeteria, a bistro, a warming up place on a cold winter day.

It sparkles at night. There is something special about walking at night. We could hear sounds - the ducks quacking, the swoosh of their wings as they took flight, but could only see shadows.

Our "mountain" offers something for everyone - even the solitude of an evening stroll.

November

2011-11-15T08:22:00.001-05:00

November, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photos: November 13, 2011
November - that month when all turns grey. I sometimes feel we are all being pulled into a vortex of shorter and shorter days and more darkness. I fight November blahs each year - trying to focus on positives.

Photography pulls me outside to notice all the beauty - even as the world around me goes dormant. I find even when I don't have my camera handy, or can't get to it while I drive, I notice so much more. What some people call a dull drive turns interesting as I imagine the photographs I could have taken.

Walking, we passed a house with many bird houses. The woman there told us she decorates for the birds, placing berry laden branches around so they will have sustenance on cold days.

I'm always intrigued by the milkweed, gone to seed - each pod a delicate sculpture. And I think of the butterflies that may find their start on the plants that grow next spring from these seeds.

And always the geese, whose haunting cries fill the air as they gather in ever larger flocks flying south. Nature exhibits such strength and resilience. It sets my mind wondering about so many things.

Photography makes me look, it makes me see in new ways and it makes me appreciate the many things around me. It opens my eyes.

Barn in the Evening

2011-11-14T12:54:00.001-05:00

Barn in the Evening, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The golden hour, when the sun lies low on the horizon and casts its warm glow on everything is the perfect time for photography. I was lucky to be out walking and catch the magic. What may seem mundane becomes beautiful

You can look up the golden hour here.

Early Morning

2011-11-14T11:32:00.001-05:00

Early Morning, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: November 9, 2011

The clocks have changed with the sun coming up earlier in the morning, but setting too early in the evening. I'm preparing for winter. I rose early to get the first appointment at the garage to have my snow tires put on my car. No snow in the forecast, but I'm treating this like an umbrella. If you have an umbrella with you, it doesn't seem to rain. Maybe my snow tires will stave off the snow ;-)

Drying Up

2011-11-07T12:43:00.001-05:00

Drying Up, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The clocks have changed; sunset comes earlier. The low sun cast a rosy hue on these dried up plants. Everywhere, autumn is sapping the colour out of the landscape. Once vibrant greens turn sepia.

These feathery grasses drop their dried up seeds to wait out the winter. Promises for a new season.

Each day more flocks of geese fly over, their constantly honking calling to others to join them. I wonder how long geese live and how many trips like this they take.

The sun sinks down and we head home. A chill is in the air as the darkness settles in.

Long Horn Cattle

2011-11-06T09:35:00.001-05:00

Long Horn Cattle, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Driving back from a walk in the woods, I noticed these cows. They are not a breed usually seen around here and reminded me a it of the highland cattle we saw in Scotland, but their faces weren't covered with hair. The babies had more hair covering their bodies.

We started to hear the sound of geese and soon flock after flock flew over on their journey south. The setting sun caught their underbellies, painting them gold. I thrill at their sound, watching in awe at the thought of the distance they will travel and how they find their way back and forth each year.

Night time temperatures drop below freezing. Autumn is waning.

A Burst of Seeds

2011-11-05T20:58:00.001-04:00

A Burst of Seeds, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Walking in the woods in autumn - even decay has its beauty. The milkweed has sent out its seeds: promises for next year.

Reflections in a pond - it is easy to imagine another world at the bottom with the Lady of the Lake living there.

A few late leaves cling to the branches, though most of the trees are bare. They shimmer with the gold of the low lying sun.

Dead trees lie on the forest floor. Fungus takes hold helping to break down the old wood to bring new life.

Designer Potatoes

2011-11-05T14:44:00.001-04:00

Designer Potatoes, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Have you noticed how many foods now come in designer "models". Coffee is labeled not just be the kind of roast, but by country of origin. Packaging describes the taste and aroma with words like fruity, spicy and nutty. Wine claims to have hints of citrus and after tastes of whatever. I have seen olive oil and chocolate with flavours attributed to them that have nothing to do with the ingredients. Now I have found designer potatoes. Some adjectives here include: creamy, sinfully smooth, deliciously different, refreshingly rare... And, of course, there is a designer price to go with these things. The more adjectives there are, the higher the cost.

The Changing Colours

2011-11-04T10:36:00.001-04:00

The Changing Colours, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The last colours are left in the garden. I delight in the hydrangeas which hang on even as the cold nights defeat the last of the flowers. November, that grey month is slowly taking hold. While many of the trees stand bare, these bushes defiantly display their autumn finery.

A Cat for the Season

2011-10-31T10:30:00.001-04:00

A Cat for the Season, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I'm not into horror or excess. You can see another over the top Halloween display here. But this display strikes my fancy. I love the whimsy, the seasonal feel. Bring on the pumpkins and funny cats. Bring on the joy of children in costume!

But I won't be opening my door tonight - I did enough years of that when my children were young. No horror movies on my TV. I'll just sit with a good book and a real cat on my lap.

Autumn Carpet

2011-10-31T10:15:00.001-04:00

Autumn Carpet, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The leafy curtain is falling turning into a forest carpet. Vistas are revealed - a peek at the river and the buildings of downtown Montreal. The air smells of autumn. I love the sound of the leaves as you walk on their dried remains.

There are still some bright blasts of colour, but slowly the world is turning sepia.

Getting Bare

2011-10-27T16:37:00.001-04:00

Getting Bare, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Spring starts like a pointilist painting - dots of greens dabbed onto the trees. Now fall goes out the same way, with dots of autumn colours on the almost bare branches.

Soon greys will take over. I'm feasting my eyes on the last of the colours.

Too Much Halloween

2011-10-23T21:40:00.001-04:00

Too Much Halloween, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Everything about our lives has become commercial. And it seems, in this case, more is better. It's hard to teach taste. I remember when my daughter was young, she loved abundance - if one china figurine was good, then eight was terrific. But she grew out of it.

I used to love Halloween - the notion of disguise and ringing the bell of the neighbours we knew. My kids and I would carve the pumpkin after first deciding on a design. We had a few store bought decorations, but would also make our own - cat silhouettes, ghosts and jack-o'lanterns cut out of black bristol board and taped to the window. We roasted the pumpkin seeds. Costumes were made from things we had, making the missing pieces with fabric, cardboard and whatever else worked.

Now Halloween seems to be about candy. I admit - I no longer answer my door. There are no young children on my block, so all who ring are strangers and they seem to get older and older - barely in costume, but with giant pillow cases ready to catch as many treats as possible. I do enjoy some of the less decorated homes - but creativity counts, not just quantity!

By the way - here is the same house last Christmas.

Friday Evening

2011-10-22T07:07:00.001-04:00

Friday Evening, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I've never been a big drinker. Bringing up two children on my own I had this fierce need to always be in control in case of all the "what ifs" As they are now adults, I've eased up on the demands I made on myself and have learned to enjoy the occasional pre-dinner drink. A little time to mellow out as the weekend sets in.

Into the Bourgie Concert Hall

2011-10-21T19:21:00.001-04:00

Into the Bourgie Concert Hall, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

On Wednesday evening I went to a concert in the new Bourgie Concert Hall, part of the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. I say new, but it is really a newly resurrected hall. It was once part of the Erskine and American Church. Though it has been renovated since it became part of the museum, it retains much of the original architectural details.

Years ago I went to concerts there by Les Idées Heureuses. Their concerts will once again take place here. I still remember sitting in the front row when Jordi Savall played a concert. I was mesmerized by his playing. Wednesday's concert was by Les Violons du Roy, a Quebec City based group. Fun to be back in that space.

Harpsichord Keys

2011-10-17T19:57:00.001-04:00

Harpsichord Keys, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

What better way to spend time on a dreary October afternoon than playing music. As Baroque music lovers, my spouse and I play in Baroque pitch (A=415). His friend is equally immersed in music. In one room in his apartment he has an organ and two harpsichords - one in modern pitch (A=440) and this smaller one in Baroque pitch.

We played through the afternoon - Corelli, Quantz and Bach. It keeps my brain flexible as I switch recorders depending on the piece - my alto in A, my voice flute in D. But mostly, playing music fills my soul with joy. A little house music - making our own - not just consuming it.

The Boat

2011-10-13T18:27:00.001-04:00

The Boat, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I went to an event yesterday - the launch of a book and DVD Mapping Memories. It is a collection of stories by refugee youth using a variety of media tools. It pushed me to start scanning photographs I have in a large box from my parents.

Both my parents died over 10 years ago. Some of the photographs (on my mother's side of the family) go back to the 1800s. My goal is to create DVDs for the grandchildren so that I can share what I know of my parents' story with them. Unfortunately, I never really sat down with my parents to hear the stories behind the photographs. And many photographs, though interesting to look at, are meaningless to me as I don't know the identity of the people in them. The photograph above was taken on the boat on which my mother immigrated to Canada with her parents, grandfather and some other relatives. She is the youngest in the photograph.

My grandparents

Now, with air travel, Skype, telephones, when people move from one part of the world to another they can easily stay in contact with those left behind. People who immigrated in the early 1920s stayed in touch by letters which could take some time to be delivered. I admire their courage and hope at starting over in a new place.

My Great-grandfather

I think it is important to collect stories, to know where we came from and to learn about daily life of the people who came before us. Too much of history that we are taught is only about wars and conquests. We need to know about the social history - the trials, the triumphs and the day to day realities.

Heirloom Tomatoes

2011-10-10T17:52:00.001-04:00

Heirloom Tomatoes, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I love the many varieties of vegetables you can find at the market now. These heirloom tomatoes not only look interesting, they are absolutely delicious. Tis the season for colour until it all drains away and leaves us with the greys of November.

Something for Every Taste

2011-10-09T17:34:00.001-04:00

Something for Every Taste, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

This time of year it is a treat to go to the market. It is a real feast for the eyes - to say nothing of the real feast that follows a trip there. I came home with all the fixings for a Thanksgiving dinner (this weekend in Canada). On weekends there are often tastings and this week it was beer - with tables lined up with bottles and tiny glasses so you could sample one of the many offerings from the local breweries. Not my drink - so I passed on that.

The pumpkins are stacked up, ready for Halloween. There is a festive air at the market - a last celebration before the outdoor stalls get packed up until next year.

Church Door

2011-10-08T18:28:00.001-04:00

Church Door, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.
Photo: October 6, 2011

I have been in this church many times as many early music concerts take place here. The concert season has started and this was the first concert of the season for Les Boréades. What luck to live in a city with so much music and so many fine musicians. As the sun sets earlier the outdoor lights cast a warm glow, welcoming the concert goers.

Orderly Garden

2011-10-06T18:01:00.001-04:00

Orderly Garden, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I was walking in my neighbourhood and spotted this garden - neatly planted and organized like a French garden. I started to wonder what that said about the people living there and what does my garden say about me. Mine is somewhat wild, with lots of perennials that are allowed to spread where they will. Some multiply and pop up in new locations; others stay in their little spot, diligently flowering each year. There is not a lot of order to my garden. I like it that way. I like the profusion of colour and the mixture. Maybe that says something about me - not always organized, sometimes spontaneous and interested in a variety of things. Don't box me in!

Leaves by the Brook

2011-10-04T15:52:00.001-04:00

Leaves by the Brook, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photos: September 30, 2011
Another day, another walk, this time on an old railway bed which is now a linear park. A friend of mine cycled for a couple of days on this route. I'll stick to walking, or shorter cycling trips.

Despite the clouds, the fall colours were glorious. Again, there was the dichotomy of the vibrant reds and oranges and the plants whose colour has faded.

The path twists and new vistas delight around each corner. Water rushes along the river, over rocks, making babbling noises.

These old train lines were the doorway to the Laurentians. While it is wonderful to see them put to new uses, it is a shame that train travel is now more restricted to "profitable routes" - those between larger cities. Getting to the countryside now has to be done in a car resulting in traffic jams along the routes leading there.

Autumn Colours

2011-10-04T08:13:00.001-04:00

Autumn Colours, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A few days in the country surrounded by autumn's finery. Unfortunately the colours were somewhat muted by the clouds and rain showers. In a few moments of sunshine, I managed to capture some of the splendours.

I grew up with summers in the country. These flowers, which we called Indian Paintbrush (not sure if that is the correct botanical name) grew wild in the countryside. I love to see these hardy blossoms, still so colourful as many other flowers around them have faded.

The rain and wind have brought many leaves down. Even on the ground their bright colours bring a sense of joy.

We managed to walk between the rain showers - great puddles reflected the view above.

As the trees put on their colourful show the ferns lose their zip, with sepia replacing their vibrant green. Changes happen from day to day. And the nip in the air had us sporting hats and gloves to ward off the chill.

Thunbergia

2011-10-03T16:46:00.001-04:00

Thunbergia, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.
Photo: September 26, 2011

They wrap their tendrils around whatever is nearby, grabbing, creeping to the next spot. Flowers pop open along their long fingers. They like the cool days of autumn; the rain boosts them into further rambling. A lovely burst of colour in my fading garden.

Firemen

2011-09-29T11:49:00.001-04:00

Firemen, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

These people put their life on the line every time they are called out to a fire. This time, they were throwing a compound on oil that leaked from their own truck. Time for repairs!

Fall Flower Pot

2011-09-28T21:33:00.001-04:00

Fall Flower Pot, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: September 24, 2011
As the gardens fade, pots of mums seem to pop up in people's gardens and in front of homes. These hardy flowers can withstand the cooler autumn temperatures (though here it has been unseasonably warm). I love to extend the flower season as long as possible. Whiteness will descend only too soon.

Intersecting Lines

2011-09-26T11:31:00.001-04:00

Intersecting Lines, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: September 24, 2011

Wires play cat's cradle overhead. I imagine the voices travelling along competing with the electrical current. So much is buried underground in big cities, we no longer see the electronic highways spanning the world.

Converging

2011-09-26T11:20:00.001-04:00

Converging, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: September 22, 2011
I've photographed in this building before. There is something about the space that intrigues me. This time I was fascinated by the combination of reflections and the real. To me, there is a sense of movement.

City Introspection

2011-09-18T21:24:00.002-04:00

City Introspection, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Buildings bounce off buildings - like a street of imitators. They wear each other's facades. Sometimes it is hard to know what is real and what is just a reflection.

Industrial

2011-09-18T20:42:00.002-04:00

Industrial, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: September 14, 2011

I went to a concert in the Darling Foundry. This former industrial space is used mainly as an art gallery, but this is the third time I have been there for a concert. The high ceilings and hard surfaces make for quite resonant acoustics. The idea of the concert was to experience live surround sound with four choir music of the Italian Renaissance. People were invited to move around and to come into the centre of the space so the choirs were on the exterior. Some of us were sitting on chairs, others stood. While the music was glorious and the sound really travelled from choir to choir, it was distracting to have people walking during the music. An interesting experiment, but not entirely musically satisfying.

Fins and All

2011-09-15T16:53:00.002-04:00

Fins and All, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

It's odd to see one of these on the street now, but I remember when they were commonplace. I'm glad I don't have to drive one. I can't imagine trying to park something this long. I also hate to think how much gas this guzzles. But I guess she feels good in it, attracting attention everywhere she drives.

Exotic Chicken

2011-09-12T12:18:00.002-04:00

Exotic Chicken, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

These were the lucky birds who were allowed to scavenge outside their cages. It was Agri-Tour Day in Eastern Ontario and we decided to set off and explore a few of the farms. This chicken was not on a farm, but was kept by some people who raised exotic birds. Most lived in enclosures that seemed far too small.

These alpacas had much more room to roam. They seemed content. They are raised for their wool which is soft and warm. There are a few alpaca farms in the neighbourhood.

Our last stop was on a goat farm. The animals were very gentle. This big fellow kept asking to be patted. Some of the goats were in indoor pens because it was the Agri-Tour day. The farmer explained how they are raised. On most days they have access to outdoor pastures where donkeys guard them. It seems that donkeys, dogs and llamas are good for guarding goats. They sense danger, warn the animals and the animals head back to the barn. We spoke with the wife of the farmer (who makes incredible sorbet and gelato). She felt it was important that people see where and how food is raised and to see where it ends up. They sell goat meat, eggs from their hens and rabbit from the rabbits her son raises. I must say, I would rather buy from small farmers who raise animals in spaces where they can live comfortable lives than to buy some of our supermarket meat that comes from animals that have been raised in crowded, uncomfortable situations. These animals were obviously loved, enjoyed the outdoors and the company of people.

Fall Flowers

2011-09-11T22:38:00.002-04:00

Fall Flowers, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

A walk in the countryside and signs of fall. The dandelions have all gone to seed and other flowers are following suit. Many are starting to dry up. These purple flowers take advantage of the September sunshine. Insects still attracted by their bright yellow centres will spread the pollen to ensure another season of blooms.

Garlic Braids

2011-09-10T17:32:00.002-04:00

Garlic Braids, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

"Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good."
Alice May Brock quotes

I have to agree. Garlic makes most things taste better. Roast a head of garlic and it is almost sweet tasting. Pasta with pesto makes a heavenly dish. And I can't imagine roasting lamb without seasoning it with fresh garlic and rosemary. Salad dressing - I think it needs garlic. So bring it on - I'll be cooking with it.

Making Lace

2011-09-10T11:35:00.002-04:00

Making Lace, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Something has been busy turning these leaves into lace. Fortunately this is not in my garden. The flowers on this still bloomed beautifully. I wonder how long it will take the critters to finish their "handiwork".

A Bird in the Bush

2011-09-07T15:35:00.002-04:00

A Bird in the Bush, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I took a walk in the neighbourhood and spotted this bird - not a species I usually see around here. Why was it there - perched on a branch in the rain? Not sure - but it did add a bit of colour to an otherwise drab day.

Feasting

2011-09-06T16:47:00.002-04:00

Feasting, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

I spent years as a single mother cooking for an unappreciative audience. I shouldn't say unappreciative - just young people with an as yet uneducated palates. Now they are young adults. My son has become an excellent cook, surpassing my skills, so it was fun to invite him over to dinner and present him with this stuffed trout with mango cucumber dill salsa. The trout was stuffed with a mixture of spinach, portobello mushrooms and dill. It was a great success. Even he had little to offer in the way of suggestions for improvement.

The recipe came from a cookbook by Anne Lindsay. Accompaniment included 3 colours of new potatoes tossed with olive oil and dill and a stirfry of zucchini, 3 colours of peppers with garlic and rosemary. This was followed by a salad and then sorbet with fresh berries. Three day weekends make it so much easier to entertain!

Land of Plenty

2011-09-06T16:36:00.002-04:00

Land of Plenty, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

While on TV we see pictures of famine, here we live in the land of plenty. The markets are overflowing with fresh produce. The peaches are at their prime, sweet and juicy. New strains of strawberries ripen throughout the summer. It's that time of year when I start nesting, putting food away for the colder days. I will be making jam and ratatouille and whatever else I fancy. The market beckons.

Beaver

2011-09-03T18:19:00.002-04:00

Beaver, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

It is always wonderful to visit the local parks with camera in hand. My friend took me to one I had not visited before: Parc de L'île-Bizard. There is a large pond / swamp where we saw a variety of wildlife. And what a delight to watch this beaver grooming while its friend slept in the sunshine.

The turtles were enjoying the warm sunshine. In some spots we could see them lined up along a log. Ducks were busy tipping upside down, finding their favourite repasts. Then they would come out of the water to preen.

Red dragonflies flitted around, landing momentarily, but wary of the click of the camera. Spotted, but not photographed: a kingfisher, a green heron, grebes, a hawk, terns. A great blue heron stood majestically by the water, then lifted off to find a better spot to fish. Altogether a splendid walk.

On a Clear Day: Montreal

2011-08-31T17:56:00.002-04:00

On a Clear Day: Montreal, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: August 29, 2011

The remnants of Irene washed the sky clean of pollution. I have rarely seen such clear skies over Montreal. The views to the mountains in the distance were crisp and the buildings sparkled with their newly washed facades.

There is nothing like a walk on the mountain, but a stop to take in the view is essential.

Coming Through

2011-08-30T15:54:00.002-04:00

Coming Through, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: August 27, 2011

The sound of the horn is deafening when you are this close to the train. But from our place it sounds plaintif. Trains pass through Casselman several times a day going to and from Ottawa.

Near the British Museum

2011-08-28T17:56:00.002-04:00

Near the British Museum, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

The last few days of trip were spent in London. We walked many miles - it's such a great city for walking.

Both my spouse and I feel there are places we have to see each time we are in London. I love to walk the South Bank. I love the views, the river and the fact that we can walk in a place without cars.

Walking over the Millenium Bridge we got a view of Tower Bridge - one of our musts. Then walking on the other side of the river we passed by St. Paul's. On foot you see things you would not otherwise see. We explored small streets and lanes. Here's one find:

A little gem hidden away. We stayed near the Marble Arch - another favourite that we like to see.

We took a long walk through Hyde Park, stopping to admire the water fowl in the Serpentine Lake.

A rain shower sent us into the Victoria & Albert Museum where we stopped for lunch. Here's a view of where we didn't eat, staying dry indoors. It was a pleasure to eat in the Poynter Room. I recently read The Children's Book by A.S. Byatt. Many chapters take place in the V&A.

Another day we took the tube to Westminster and walked from there back to our hotel near Marble Arch. We passed parliament, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace and walked through Green Park and Hyde Park. A good way to prepare for the long flight home.

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Touching History

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Touching History, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

London - We spent part of the day at the British Museum. We had listened to A History of the World in 100 Objects, a podcast series from the British Museum and were looking forward to seeing some of the objects that had been described. It was exciting to find them and to really see the size and to be able to see them from all angles.

This object was not part of that series, but it was a thrill to be able to hold it. The museum has stations where volunteers display artifacts from the museum; they give the background and let you hold them. I remember some years ago holding a Roman coin and realizing that once this was the currency and someone who lived at that time carried it with them to spend on whatever was available at the time.

But this piece dated much farther back - 350,000 years. It is an axe that was fashioned by a homo erectus man. To touch this, to think that someone, not yet homo sapiens, used rock to chip at this to create the shape was amazing. Those fingers held this rock and thousands of years later we touched it and marvelled.

So much of this trip has been about touching history.