There’s a billboard on the right just past the Lightfoot gas station in Lillooet and I enjoy chuckling at their latest message. Recently, the joke cracked me up good: Earlier this summer, we drove around the streets of Chase in search of a used travel trailer. Eventually, we needed coffee and on the way to … Continue reading Crack Me Up: Connie Sobchak finds several signs that her sense of humour is in tact
After a summer of relative inactivity, three hill repeats out of the suggested ten on the One Mile Lake circuit had my legs burning. On the fourth, I thought, maybe this is actually the fifth but immediately pounced on that lie and insisted-every time you try to trick yourself into doing less than what you … Continue reading Never be Ashamed of a Walk in the Woods
I've been thinking of learning to fly. They say you can do anything you put your mind to so that's going to be it. I don't need to soar to great heights. About four meters off the ground would be enough, it appears. That would give me a "bird's eye view" of everything without taking … Continue reading A Different Perspective: why Connie Sobchak wants to be able to fly
It doesn't take much for the conversation to shift to all things mechanical in some company - not my company, certainly, definitely, and most emphatically. However, one brother is a heavy duty mechanic and the other is a farmer. My husband is an iron worker/welder. Put the three of them together and they easily slip … Continue reading The Parts Archive
Well, it started out innocently enough. I took photos of every flowering plant that I saw while I waited for Mickey to sniff everything he found sniffworthy. Aware that many of these plants were weeds and likely invasive species, I struggled briefly with my conscience but then was drawn in by the colour and the … Continue reading Cornflower
As I gazed at the images from my last run, deleting blurry ones and repeats, I came close to obliterating the fly that was marring one of the waterlily pictures I had taken. Then I realized the fly was likely pollinating the plant. It looked like a regular black fly-the kind that bites-and maybe it … Continue reading Airbrushing Nature – when chasing our own version of perfection might mean death, or a very unhealthy unsustainable planet, at the least
We had spent the day repairing bluebird nest boxes and were about sixty kilometres off highway 97 in ranch country west of Clinton. The freshly graded road allowed us to zip along at eighty if we chose to; we had averaged thirty; our eyes were too thirsty for colour and novelty after a winter of … Continue reading Saturday Night on the 1100 Road
Jet streams crossed in the sky and beneath the “x” sat a white crowned sparrow, nonchalantly eyeing me. It didn’t chirp or peep or sing; it didn’t even move; I wondered if it was injured. Birds rarely sit still long enough for me to get my camera out but this one obliged and only flew … Continue reading Symbolism, meditation running and the X that marks the spot
Bluebird boxes perched on the edges of fence posts became a sort of treasure to spy first as we leapfrogged our way across the Caribou Plateau in a caravan of SUV's. At each box, we would roll out of the vehicle and scramble over to the nest-alert to flickers of blue or frantic chirps which … Continue reading Bluebird day
The bright green new growth on the evergreen keeps calling out to me. It's a three flowered bouquet of spring that is fragrant, delicate and pulsing with power. There is the power to add to the height and breadth of the tree as well as the power to draw me in for a closer look … Continue reading New Growth
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