The moon has always been a companion to the people of the Earth. We give it names for the various seasons, write songs about it, use it in artwork and consider it romantic. It causes the tides to rise and fall, and sometimes lights our way in the dark. The moon has fascinated me since I was a small child; I have heard it said that an infant held outside under the moon will often reach out for it as if it were within grasp. It is often the first target for beginning astronomers with their new telescopes, as it is bright and easy to find, and offers a world of fantastic sights unlike any we see anywhere in the visible universe. It is truly the Earth’s own.

This lunar eclipse will be the last one for awhile.The next one will be visible in 2022. A blood Moon is one of the few opportunities we have to see both the Moon and the stars in the sky at the same time, since the Moon is usually too bright

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“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.” 
― Khaled Hosseini

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The hawk and traveler stood still.

I suppose the time had come.

She slowly vanishes, 

until I see no more of her.


I felt like a stranger

in a foreign land.

So much anguish here.

Brilliant red shadows

at death’s nearness.


Your wrinkled finger

pushed my tears away.

How much despair you hold

in a single human heart.


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“No one’s life ever goes as they planned. That truth alone should bring a sense of relief to everyone.” 
― Andrena Sawyer

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My garden started out with good intentions of being a minimalist space, but it has grown into something I can barely contain. From one flower, dozens will emerge. One simple vine has stretched across the whole garden enjoying the adventure along the way touching and saying hello to dozens of plants.. it is still finding its way. Any boundaries I have set up have been completely ignored by flowers and ferns alike. So much for a limited palette!


I love it and spend many hours out there.. it’s so calming and usually at least once a day a Hummingbird will land on me.. more so if I wear a bright colored top. I must resemble a giant Petunia to them. Garden harmony at its best.


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If we could see the miracle of a single flower, our whole life would change.

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Low tides on Vancouver Island

Remarkable to see the low tides this morning and pools teeming with life. Of course our local Herons are taking full advantage. Three of the lowest tides in Victoria are expected to be seen over the next three months, during a series of three supermoons. The dates are predicted on June 15, July 13 and Aug. 11.

Please practice good nature etiquette while out and about. No need to plunder and scoop all the tiny creatures as I seen many small children doing this morning while parents looked on.  I always consider first how much is any photograph or experience worth? Do not love the outdoors to death and destruction.

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“Steinbeck wrote about the tide pools and how profoundly they illustrate the interconnectedness of all things, folded together in an ever-expanding universe that’s bound by the elastic string of time. He said that one should look from the tide pool to the stars, and then back again in wonder.” 
Robyn Schneider

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My garden is smothered in a lavish aura of deep purple while the lavender sways back and forth with its intoxicating fragrance. I call them my luxurious blooms which have smothered all the boring greenery. Hope and peace have definitely taken root here and bee music surrounds me.

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“She felt happy and wondered if she’d ever felt this happy before. The gold light, the falling seeds, the dancing bees… it was all one thing.”..Terry Pratchett

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There is nothing that makes my heart soar more than watching birds nest in the Spring time. Those moments when you step into the woods and leave everything else behind.Reveling in nature continues to be a miracle.

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A local artist has some fun, adding a touch of whimsy to the beach scene.


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“I think the most important quality in a birdwatcher is a willingness to stand quietly and see what comes. Our everyday lives obscure a truth about existence – that at the heart of everything there lies a stillness and a light.” 
― Lynn Thomas


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It’s no secret I love old things. My place has filled with items I have collected over the years. I always favor the unusual and love to imagine the hidden history behind the objects.

Today I discovered two pictures in the bottom of a box that were full of broken frames in a local vintage store. I could hardly wait to get home and clean them up and savor my discovery. They were both quite lovely in their own way. The one picture I discovered is a print of a painting by Paul Peel, a Canadian painter. He was known for his often sentimental nudes. What a great find, beautifully framed and stamped.

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The other is really intriguing and I’m not sure who the artist is. It caught my attention as I love how the gentleman is studying his cactus growing. The details are very nice and I spent some time studying them with my magnifying glass so as not to miss anything. The wonderful old clock and shadows on the wall, piles of paper strewn about, just a very unusual room altogether.

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Imagine picking up these two pictures for $8.00, it made my day and they look wonderful in my place.

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“I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”.. Anaïs Nin

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