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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 […]

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Happy Father’s Day

It was a day to get away. We went in search of blue skies and dry ground. We didn’t find it. I did, however, find the connection and a little of the clarity I was seeking on this day. It was, in fact, Father’s Day.