Too soon the Summer goes and then the bright Autumn, fading into the cold and snow of Winter. I love the Seasons - but it's all going far too quickly 'round.
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Some folk are interesting – exciting even, to know – but they’re not fun to walk with . . .
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I like things that are old – sometimes more than that which is new — old paths and old lights that still work and are helpful, still, for today’s travel.
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Lilies in my garden at Winderset.
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Danger high-lites the paradoxical nature of good and evil. To attempt anything is to risk; to get up in the morning is to tempt Providence, though God's mercies are new each morning.
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Whenever I visit the beautiful Royal Botanical Gardens in Burlington, Ontario, I think of how much I used to hate being dragged there as a boy, since a Sunday afternoon with parents and two teasing
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Some images from the home of a friend . . .
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Just out driving around, this afternoon, and snapping a few spring pics . . .
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Walking by a stream near my home as Spring unfolds – could anything be better? . . .
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My work used to take me to the beautiful Ottawa Valley area of Ontario.
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Smitten, I’m sure . . . How can two walk (er, swim) together unless they are agreed ?
A goose couple at Lasalle Park, Burlington, Ontario.
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I visit LaSalle Park in Burlington, to try and get my bearings and to marvel at the majesty and serenity of the swans.
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We need to form more partnerships and find more friends to help us on our Journey.
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Prayer is talking to God, with God, connecting.
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Ontario winter,
and roots in black soil of century past,
white covered, snow laden.
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A famous sermon was entitled, 'When Life Caves In, What Then?'
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As with most great books and authors, one can re-read them with new insight and increased profit time and again.
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This picture of a moored small blue boat was shot in the harbour of Tobermory on the Isle of Mull, Scotland, at medium tide.
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Nunnery Ruins, Iona, ScotlandThings both new and old are worth pursuing.
The old nunnery at Iona, Scotland. The spring flowers come alive in the midst of ruin and decay - as always.
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Things are not always as they appear. The appearance of these weathered, rusty boats, moored in the harbour at Oban Scotland, seem to bely their names: Provider and Radiance.
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This is one of two violins which I own.
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This view is from the Holy Island of Iona in western Scotland, looking across, east, to the Isle of Mull.
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When I start a new blog or web-site, I think: So, here we go and one can only hope it all improves as we go!
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