Across Cultus Lake Captured at Cultus Lake Provincial Park, Cultus Lake, British Columbia on a dark dreary afternoon in the fall of 2018. Equipment: Canon EOS 60D, EF-S18-135mm f3.5-5.6 IS Additional processing via Adobe Lightroom/Photoshop.
Copyright 2018 / 2021 Greg Glazebrook @ GMG Photography, All Rights Reserved.
I’ve been awake for about an hour. The roar of Christmas over, and the comatose haze of turkey and stuffing slowly lifting. The carcass of last night’s bird bubbling on the stove. I look out the back window and what do I see, eight majestic reindeer in the park and a sleigh in my tree.
“What the…’ I throw the door open and head out back to find presents and wrapping strewn across the yard. Upside down laying mostly on his head, a man dressed in red, leaning against my shed. It looks like Santa, but I couldn’t be sure. Shouldn’t he be back at the North Pole with a hot toddy in his hand, cooled out for another year with Mrs. Claus by his side. Continue reading →
Take a moment during the holidays to remember the dedicated individuals, past and present, who risked their lives to protect our freedom. War is not something we seek, however, there are times it is necessary. In those times you rose to the challenges and because of your sacrifices we live and celebrate our own beliefs freely.
Soldiers departing from London, Ontario, heading to fight in World War I.During the First and Second World Wars soldiersweretransported tothe point of departure for Europe by train. — CP Rail Archives.
“Please Stay!” she pleaded. Her Soldier, waving goodbye, unable to comprehend her words above the din of Union Station.
As December draws to a close and the hustle and bustle of the holiday season reaches its crescendo we all begin to reflect on the year that was 2021.
Of course, COVID continued to play a significant role in all our lives. Vaccines and variants became household words and we’ve all become expert virologists. Well, not really, although some of us are certain we know something our doctors and scientist just can’t figure out. For the record, you don’t. These people along with our nurses and other healthcare professionals are working tirelessly to save lives. Trust them, trust the science. Most importantly do everything you can to protect yourself, your family, and your community and get vaccinated. We’ve all got or are scheduled to get our third doses here and there have been no side effects, I mean other than the three Microsoft computers I was compelled to buy shortly after each shot. Damn Nanobots!!!
Personally, it has been a busy year. In August we moved into our new home and we are now pretty much settled in for the long haul. Of course, there is still some unpacking to be done.
In preparation for Christmas, I built some decorations for the yard. I built these three colourful trees out of wood from old pallets. It was a fun project and as you can see Nathaniel was an excellent helper. I hope to build a snowman for next year as well as another tree for inside. Expect to see them in next year’s message!
It is hard to believe Nathaniel is five this year (and only a couple of months away from six) He has grown so much. Below he is catching snowflakes on his tongue from early December of this year. I have also assembled a collage of images from Christmases past. Where has the time gone?
That’s all folks! I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday.
The fair maiden Billie had worked all summer in anticipation of the last week of September. She loved autumn, awash in vivid colour and fair weather. More than anything she longed to show off her fair haired mare. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a normal year, the County Fair had been cancelled due to the ongoing global pandemic.
“It just isn’t fair!” Billie cried. “Unlike Sadie last year, we’d have taken the first place ribbon, fair and square!
The r-r-roar of the engines Fierce at the starting line Mostly fade as they make the turn Each posturing for position Before vanishing onto The long stretch of roads Winding beneath the evergreen forest Where bones are buried and Ghosts hide in the shadows Even as infinite sorrow threatens To swallow everything it touches Where weaker souls crumple Under the pressure of A thousand mountain ranges Laid upon their backs The survivors will emerge From the deepest ocean and Erupt through the finish singing Glorious tales of collective victory When even one returns Those lost will not be forgotten
For us left behind We struggle to comprehend The turmoil that raged within We look to those who survive Seeking solace in the burden of Those who did not return
City streets awash With golden sunset afterglow As the night creeps in
Written for Week 307 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Maeva Vigier via Unsplash. Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.