Posts Tagged ‘photos’
Tags: Canada, iphone pictures, nature, photography, photos, prairie, saskatchewan, water
Tags: Autumn, Canada, Color, fall, iphone, iphone pictures, photos, pictures, Tree
As a child I despised autumn. I think I was resentful towards fall because it meant the ending of summer and the beginning of the long, cold, harsh winter. I did not begin to see the beauty of this time of the year until recently, there is no more colors out during any part of the year than right now. Greens, reds, yellows and various shades of orange light up the country, showering us in rainbows of leaves on the ground. It truly is a sight to see. I was thinking recently how sad it is that many people across the world don’t get to experience such a sight. For many, things may always bright green or always brown and lifeless. Here in Canada we get to experience the rebirth of spring, the growth of summer, the loss of autumn and the sparkling dormancy of winter. Sometimes I take for granted how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful, calm place and recently I’ve been trying to take the time to appreciate this wonderful country, province and city I call home. I hope you all take the time to do the same! Here are a few pictures I have taken in the past two weeks of the changing of the seasons. (all photos were taken with an iPhone and contain no filters, enjoy!)
Tags: beautiful, beauty, green, happiness, nature, outdoors, Peace, photo, photography, photos
Tags: animals, Family, Family history, happiness, photography, photos
My parents live on a plot of land that has been in our family history for 106 years. For me there is nothing more beautiful than this place. It is not just the scenic view that strikes me but the memories and sense of family that is engraved into the land. Nothing makes me more happy than sitting on the deck, drink in hand, surrounded by my family and animals, having good conversation. It’s the small things in life that bring true happiness! Here are a few pics of the area, hope you enjoy!
Tags: Canada, photography, photos, saskatchewan, spring
Lately we have been having very strange weather here in Saskatchewan (we always have weird weather around here but this year has been especially odd). We had temps of up to +19 (celsius) in March and then in April we got over a foot of snow in a few hours and the next day it was +2! Very weird but makes for some great pictures! (global warming is happening people!)
Tags: Arts, contemplation, Creative writing, free, human beings, Idea, inspired, love, Online Writing, photos, Thought, unwisdom, Writer
This story has been haunting me, these characters are so real, honest and true to me. I cried when I wrote this part. I realized these people are so much a part of me and this is a story I need to tell and it is a story that will be told, my mind will accept nothing less. Here is another blurb from Gray Hayles: (I apologize for not including names but I would like to keep some things a secret so when I finish the story all of it isn’t known)
As we walked underneath the canopy of stars, I wrapped my arm around her waist. Holding her hand was not enough anymore, I had to have her closer, nearer, soaking in all the warmth of her love she so freely radiated. She was like my own personal sunshine, penetrating me with constant rays of love, compassion and kindness. I felt her slide her hand up my neck, she pulled me in close locking her chocolate gaze on mine. She gently pressed her velvet lips against mine, my hands began to tingle and my knees went weak. I squeezed her waist tighter, desperately trying to keep myself from falling into her body. Just then she pulled away and looked me deep in the eye. She drew in a deep breath, smiled that glorious smile and said, “Thank God I met you, ” she uttered the words with such conviction.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the base of my skull, as I fell to the ground I heard her scream. Momentarily blinded I began to panic, my ears went silent and I was transported to a dark, warm place where I had an overt sense of happiness. I began to question am I dead? In an instant I was thrust back to reality. My eyes jolted open and my chest convulsed as I gulped air into my deprived lungs.
As things slowly came into focus I saw her face, she smiled, but as things became clearer I was struck. There was no words to describe the horror I felt in that moment. Her face was swollen and badly bruise, she had a large lump above her left cheek which was pressed awkwardly against the road. Her leather jacket was gone and her dress was torn exposing her skin which was now painted a beautiful shade of red. I examined her body for other afflictions but everything seemed intact. There was an unusual amount of blood pooling around her head, it began to leak into the cracks in the pavement, every second rushing closer to me. She kept her brown marble eyes on me, her breathing became slower, her smile never left. I noticed my own river of blood escaping my body, creating its own streams, snaking through the road eventually merging into an ocean of blood dividing us. It was warm, like a liquid blanket protecting me from the brisk midnight air.
I tried to speak but nothing would come out, I tried to move but it was as if my muscles had left my body. My bones felt like metal rods grinding my flesh into the cement. My right arm was stretched out in front of me, I wished I could reach further and touch her face. She began to flinch and cough, then a small stream of blood fell from her mouth. Still looking at me she began to drag her arm from the side of her body. It seemed to take hours for her to reach my fingers, but she did. There we lay, our arms drowning in a cocktail of our blood. She began to cough more, choking on the flow pouring from her mouth.
I began to accept that this was it, this was how we would die. I was trying to make peace out of this knowing. I tried to be thankful for being able to share our last moments together, but I was resentful. I felt her squeeze what little of my hand she had grasped. Staring at her, I focussed all my energy on squeezing back. I must have succeeded because I saw her beautiful face display a broader smile. Within seconds of what I now know was our last embrace, she took her last breath and her lips released the crescent she had so stubbornly held. Her eyes never closed and her spirit did not abandon the earth, instead she hovered above my body raining down a gentle calm. My stare was locked on her once glistening eyes as rivers flowed from mine.
At first I began to ask for her back, begging the universe, promising my life, if only she would come back to her body, back to me. When my attempts failed I then began to ask to be taken with her, but my prayers were not answered. Instead I laid there labouring to breathe, my head throbbing in pain, my love laying there lifeless parallel to my body. I felt like I had been there for days but as I looked up I realized the canopy of stars still lit the night sky.
Tags: Canada, iphone pictures, photo, photos, pictures, saskatchewan, spring
Woke up yesterday and was punched square in the face by Spring. Yay! I decided to go out and get some fresh air and take a drive to the country and around the city park to see what kind of shots I could get. I wasn’t disappointed. I love spring, everything is vibrating with new life ready to spring out at any moment. Yes, it’s sloppy and muddy and brown but still oddly beautiful. Spring is the stepping stone to the summer we anticipate! Here are some of the photos…
Tags: Canada, photo, photos, saskatchewan, Winter
Tags: Art, free, open, Paint, Paper, photos, Visual Arts, Watercolor painting
Warning: I do not classify myself an artist
It’s amazing what a little colour effects and pic frame can do for a jovial water colour painting on 8×11 print paper!
Tags: beauty, Canada, Flowers, photo, photography, photos, poems, poetry, saskatchewan, simple, Winter
I love Saskatchewan it is my home. We may not have epic mountains, or wave filled oceans. Yes, it gets frigidly cold and the summers are short, hot and sweet. I find the beauty of this place is in its simplicities. You can see for miles on ground and in the sky. “Out here it is so open and so free and that’s what beauty is for me.” Here is a poem dedicated to this amazing province that I live and a few pictures.
The melting snow of spring,
Brings the birds back to sing.
Water mixes into mud,
and the trees begin to bud.
The humid nights hot on our skin,
the winter was a loss but summer a win.
Flowers and trees full and lush,
the herendous wind creates waves that crush.
The fall inspires, and makes the air clear,
We all know winter is almost here.
Leaves are raked and stratigectly piled,
We hope and pray that winter will be mild.
Sparkling hoar frost lines the trees,
counting the days till we see the leaves.
Winter is hard and very pain-staking,
but the beauty of it is really breath-taking.