I’ve collected quotes for as long as I can remember, and this is one of my favourites. (I came across it again the other day and thought I’d share it with some of my favourite pictures from Kaanapali Beach in March – watching the sunset every night was my favourite part of the trip).
“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.”
“What we do see depends mainly on what we look for…In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.”
-John Lubbock, The Beauties of Nature and the Wonders of the World We Live In
early evening walk around around Wascana Lake, September 2014
If we all saw what’s all around us in the same way, the world would be a pretty boring place.
March is that weird month when the sidewalks are treacherously icy on the morning walk to work and on the walk home you have to avoid all the puddles and slush. You don’t dare stand or walk on the edge of the sidewalk unless you take pleasure in getting soaked by passing cars. It’s not really a pretty month because the snow is dirty, the trees are brown, potholes are revealed and you never really know how deep the puddle is you are stepping in until it’s too late and your shoes are soaked and you get a booter (not sure if that’s just a Canadian slang word or if it’s used in other parts of the world!). But the days are longer, the sun is warmer, the snow is melting, you can toss your big winter coat aside, and everything just feels a little lighter.
a warm early March sunset…
This quote pretty much sums it up…
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” -Charles Dickens
I’m a big fan of the Olympics and a bit sad that they are pretty much over. I could wait to post this after the Canada-Sweden men’s hockey gold medal game, but regardless if Canada wins or not, I’ve enjoyed watching all the Canadian athletes. My favourite moments were Regina’s own snowboarder, Mark McMorris, winning a bronze medal in Slopestyle. He is amazingly talented and really well spoken – the sky’s the limit for him. Bobsledders, Kaillie Humphries and Heather Moyse, won gold again, after winning in Vancouver. These women are fierce! And, of course, the women’s gold medal hockey game between the US and Canada was an instant classic! Amazing!
The Olympics, politics and controversies aside, engage me every time, because they reveal all that is beautiful, daring, real, and yes, sometimes devastating, about the human experience. It’s pretty inspiring stuff.
Here’s a quote from my favourite poet, e.e. cummings which captures what I mean:
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder and spontaneous delight, or any experience which reveals the human spirit.
And, yes, like, millions of other Canadians, I’ll be up early on Sunday morning to watch the gold medal hockey game. Go Canada!
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
― Henry Miller
These are two of my favourite pictures from my trip to the Great Bear Rainforest last June. I’ve posted them before, but these jumped out at me again when I was looking through my photo library. We spent a lot of time at this waterfall in an inlet that was difficult to get to which made it an even more special place. We really had the time to stop, put our cameras down, and just drink in all the scenery around us. Sometimes when I’m taking pictures I have to remind myself to do that. Sure it’s great to have photographs marking a moment in time or reminding you of places you’ve been, but to stop and look around and remember how you felt when you were in that moment in time or in that place, is part of the experience, too.
A good book is a good book, wherever you are reading it, but a good book enjoyed while sitting outside is one of my favourite things. These are pics taken during a trip to Cypress Hills this past summer when I was taking a break from reading at our campsite. The book I was reading was “The Rosie Project” by Graeme Simsion.
The view while reading at the campsite
This is probably the third time I’ve posted a picture of this mug. I must drink my coffee from this mug on a camping trip.
Pretty flower discovered while walking to the bathroom… 🙂
“A story is not like a road to follow … it’s more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time.”
― Alice Munro