Entries by angela

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Go for the ice cream, stay for the pie

Whether rebuilt or original facades, one only has to let her mind drift to a simpler, dustier day. Horses may have been tied to that post or drank from that barrel. The swish in the gravel may  have been caused by a hoop skirt, a gal’s delicate parasol victimized by the wind. The plumes may […]

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History lessons in Millarville

There really isn’t much to see in Millarville. People in Millarville even told us this. It’s a tiny town nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, just a 30-minute drive southwest of Calgary’s urban centre. You can drive through the downtown core in a couple of minutes, even at playground zone speed. But if […]

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Silence is golden

All I can hear is the gurgling of water, falling over rocks and tree roots, the chirp of woodland birds and the flutter of their feathers. Fallen trees lie dead in the water, their rough bark long since washed away, their skin bleached by the blazing sun. The birds dive closer, testing their invaders’ will, […]

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Humbled by greatness

The true north strong and free. Sure, there are mountains elsewhere in the world. I drove through the Cascades in Washington State over Christmas. The Laurentians in Quebec and the Adirondacks in New York State? Done and done. But none of them felt like mine. The Kananaskis and the Rockies? Mine. All mine.

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Wandering around Bridgeland

Sometimes my best shots are pure dumb luck. Shirking the #yycphotowalk club in favour of some ‘me’ time, Shep and I opted for a stroll around Bridgeland. I found a lot of great subjects for my new and upcoming blog, Worshipping Calgary, but we’ll talk about that some other time. We walked around for a […]

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Finding my Zen

I ran for the hills today. I know people who have travelled the world over. And at times, I envy them that . . . to see the Greek ruins, the great pyramids, Stonehenge . . . aye me, that’s a long time on a plane. Me? I’ve been to the easternmost point of Canada […]