The Peek-A-Boo Frog

Can you spot the tiny, green frog hiding in this plant?

Peek-a-boo!

To locate his sweet little face, click here.

To find other hidden photo gems, visit The Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden.

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Capturing the Possibility

Will SamSoon capture the squeaky toy?

Oh, the possibilities.

Witnessing the anticipation

For more photography, visit all the amazing blog entries at the Weekly Photo Challenge: Possibility

Ginkgo Row

This is what I’ve been seeing during my morning and afternoon commute this week. The yellow pops, and I wake up just a bit more.

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot; others transform a yellow spot into the sun.”
–Pablo Picasso

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The Comfort Challenge: Results

Two weeks ago, I played a photography guessing game with my readers/viewers. They had to guess why the pictures I posted represented comfort to me. My friend and fellow blogger, Hailey, was the first to guess, and she was pretty much on the money.

Below is my explanation of why these items symbolize comfort.

Numéro 1 – The Comfort of Star Trek

I just love watching Star Trek, any Star Trek. Ever since I was a little girl watching Captain Kirk on the CBC, Star Trek has given me the comfort of dreaming up new possibilities for myself. Through these series, I’ve realized that I’m not the only one who dreams of worlds coming together in creative and peace provoking ways. Gene Roddenberry, and the Star Trek creators that followed him, also held and hold on to this ideal. No matter how weird your dream may seem to be to someone else, your dream is important. Embrace yourself. Find your own personal comfort zone.

“If we’re going to be damned, let’s be damned for what we really are.” — Jean-Luc Picard in the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode “Encounter At Farpoint

The most comforting of captains — “Make it so, Number 1.”

Numéro 2 – Released from the “straps” that bind

Ladies, you know what I’m talking about: we feel like we need them, but would love if society supported the “anti-support” movement. When I get home after a long, constraining day at work, the first thing I do is reach back, and unsnap…..Ahhhhh! Now that’s comfort.

Numéro 3 – The comfort of letting go

“This silence… just be a witness to it. Don’t think about it, don’t make any judgment about it. Just be a simple witness, a mirror which reflects and makes no judgment. This very moment you can become a witness. Witnessing is the only religion there is.”

—Osho

I’m not sure when it finally clicked that I had the ability to let go of the stories I spun in my mind, but this realization has been one of the most comforting techniques I’ve managed to acquire. I can’t do it all the time, and I still manage to let unproductive ideas run wild, but when I remind myself that I can let go of these thoughts, even for a few seconds, I finally understand all the Buddhist teachings I’ve studied. For those few seconds, I understand peace. Peace is the ultimate comfort.

Comfort Comes in All Forms & Philosophies

For this week’s photo challenge, comfort, I’d like to play a little game with you. Can you name each picture, and why you think these items bring me comfort? Hints can be found by hovering your mouse above each picture.

I’ll let you know the answers in a few days. Thanks for playing!

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Happy 90th Grandmère!

I knocked on grandmère’s back door. No response. I walked in. As I announced my arrival, she walked out of her bedroom looking at me with a sheepish grin,

“Quoi?”, I chuckled.  “What?”

“Oh… ehhhh…rien,” seeming to beg me to ask what was up.  “Ohhhh…nothing.”

“Vraiment?”, I said coyly “Really?”

“Oh, I was just about to throw this away”, pointing the wastebasket with photo in hand.

With her arthritic hand, she slowly gave it over to me.

Grandmère! C’est-tu toi?” “Is it you?”

“Hi hi hi, oui”, slightly shouldering her head as she looked up at me with an open-mouthed smile. The smile she gleams when she realizes she has been caught telling us something surprising.

A bit like this one.

I couldn’t believe it. In all my life, I never imagined grandmère kicking up her heels for a photo shoot in her maillot!

That’s grandmère: full of surprises and stories!

These days her stories of times past are muddled together with memories of moments just passed. Now this wartime nurse, and resolved Catholic mother of 3 equally tenacious men, needs assistance doing what she always helped others to do: living a life with integrity and dignity.

Grandmère spent the better part of her life fighting for the equal rights of mentally and physically challenged people in our province. Her fight wasn’t in vain. Our community (Clare, Nova Scotia) now has two facilities that care for and support the well-being of such individuals. Grandmère was indeed a force to be reckoned with!

And so now, at 90, she needs similar care and support. She can’t cook for herself, and she spends most of her time napping in her rocking chair. She can’t tell us stories anymore.

But she still has the same smile, and for that, our family is grateful.

On Monday, it’ll be her 90th birthday. I won’t be able to be there, and she may not realize who I am if I call. Instead — in honor of the yarns she used to spin — I wanted to share this with all of you, and maybe through this process, she’ll somehow know that I am thinking of her.

~~ Bonne fête grandmère ~~

The Sunset Chaser

Chasing sunsets.

I am a sunset chaser.

When I come to Nova Scotia, I anticipate the chase.

Yet the Sun is a precarious target. She is fond of the privacy clouds provide. She is grateful someone sees her closeted, introverted nature. The clouds envelop her in their cool, velvety embrace and secure her from the gaze of millions.

The sunset chaser’s relationship with clouds is bittersweet. Clouds either take away the Sun, or accompanied by the Sun, they create a canvas of miraculous collaboration.

To my fortune, last summer, the Sun came out to play with the clouds, and at times ventured out on her own. For a few moments, she was able to put her worries of being among others aside.

And in these moments, this sunset chaser captured the Sun’s wondrous beauty to share with all of you.

Red Sunset

Sunset through the Viewfinder

Saulnierville Sunset

Red Hot Sunset

Wispy Sunset

Magical Colors through the Viewfinder

Lighthouse Sunset (L’anse des Belliveau, NS)

Swept Away