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Detour

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Somehow a line from the song, I’m On My Way by the Proclaimers wriggled into my thoughts as I contemplated my approach to this post. Insistently, it affirmed, “I took a right, I… Continue reading

Family Reunion

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Since 1974 or so, my family has hosted a summer reunion. We may have missed a gathering here or there in the early days but in the last thirty years this gathering has… Continue reading

Summer in a Dome

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On a grey, wet winter day, we sometimes escape the gloom to spend the day at the Bloedel Conservatory in Queen Elizabeth Park in Vancouver. For bird lovers, it’s a mini tropical paradise… Continue reading

Midnight, the Pony

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A group of us got to talking ponies the other day. It was unanimous that small horses can be a bit (or a lot) headstrong. My own childhood pony, a Scottish Highland, was… Continue reading

On Becoming Invisible

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With aging, comes invisibility. You don’t even have to do anything for a cloak to descend on you; it muffles your voice and refracts light on your body so that you pass through… Continue reading

Pika – you’ve probably been saying it wrong all this time

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Over a couple of days, I reduced our online photo collection from 29,385 to 15,241. Talk about seeing your life flash before your eyes-well, flash isn’t really the right word but then neither… Continue reading

River Dunk

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Today, the Lillooet river was choked with ice floes and the heron at one of the inflow channels looked very forlorn waiting for a feed of fish. I had no urge to rush… Continue reading

Finding Dimes

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Last year, my sister in law informed me that finding a dime in a random spot was a sign that a departed loved one was nearby and looking out for me. She said… Continue reading

The Power of Imagination

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Usually, my imagination provides me with a ready source of entertainment but sometimes it interferes a little too much with reality. When I was a kid, I experienced this lesson a few times,… Continue reading

Giants

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About fourteen kilometres from Pemberton, heading south, lurks a boulder patch that is only partly visible from the road. There is a rock quarry there now and a gate prevents trespassers in vehicles… Continue reading

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