This is a collection of my thoughts, questions, ideas and what I have seen. These are my opinions and experiences. In 2017 I experienced a head injury that has given me concussion like symptoms, one is memory loss, that is one of the drivers for this blog, to record what I may not remember later. Your feedback and open discussion is always welcome. Haters will always be mocked. Thank you to Lisa for your editing. Illustrations by Sydnee.
Sunrise this morning is at 7:30 AM, the temperature is -22°C and Brandy and I are heading out for our morning walk in the forest, our favorite place to explore. The air this morning is calm but there is a bit of a nip to it, it all feels a little crisp. There is a... Continue Reading →
Some time in 1990 the idea of you was conceived in our hearts. After eight years we thought you were lost to us. We prepared ourselves to never hold you in our arms. There were so many hurdles in our way. Medical tests and procedures and doctors appointments that left little hope of see our... Continue Reading →
A Winter photo galley. This is a collections of some of my favorite Winter Theme photographs. New Snow Ice Fishing Sun Dogs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9QOGg8S5c4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qFi83rFLaw Snowing https://youtu.be/6nGzDM48ZXo Snowflakes and Ice Crystals
Let’s face it, 2020 sucked for most of us. Our families experienced loss, pain and disparity. There were changes, so many changes. We saw lineups for groceries for the first time and restrictions on travel. Normals we never saw coming, like remote learning for children, face masks and hand sanitizing before shopping. We were isolated... Continue Reading →
An evening of winter fog almost always guarantees a morning of Hoarfrost. Nature painting a delicate masterpiece that is only available to be viewed for a short time. An early morning hike at sunrise in the forest is like being given a private pass to an art gallery. As the temperature starts to slowly climb... Continue Reading →
For three days, maybe more, I have woken with this story/ poem. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be. Time and life seemed to prevent me from starting it or maybe the story just wasn’t ready to be told.
There is a loneliness to memory loss.
