First Star I See Tonight
Days at the cottage in the summer can produce some spectacular vistas and beautiful landscapes, but the night sky holds it’s own undeniable splendor.
Days at the cottage in the summer can produce some spectacular vistas and beautiful landscapes, but the night sky holds it’s own undeniable splendor.
City of Bones by Cassandra Clare My rating for this book: 5 stars out of 5 I was a little late entering the Shadowhunter world (much like Clary, you could say) and this summer I started from the beginning. City of Bones is the first installment of The...
After spending the evening at the Canada Summer Games Festival, the night lights and new perspective of our city were so picturesque. The world recognizable architecture and form of the jaw dropping Canadian Museum for Human Rights was even more impressive in the evening. What a lucky city...
This picture was taken at Nova Scotia day at the Canada Summer Games Festival at the Forks. After an evening of live music true to the Nova Scotia culture, these beautiful fireworks wrapped up the event.
In every corner of our house there are books. On every surface, stacked on the floor and covering every wall, there are books. These are our books and this is me reading.
I spotted this black swallowtail caterpillar at the Living Prairie Museum’s Monarch Butterfly Festival. He was very contempt on his leaf as I took a few shots. This is my favourite of all the pictures I took.
envy (noun) painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.
I love taking pictures of flowers. They really are one of the best models. Each one is individual, colourful and beautiful to look at. I like this picture in particular because of the colour contrast between the flower itself and the greenery in the background. The depth of...
Every spring we walk down this little hidden trail at the campground by our cottage. As you walk down the path, to your right is a small cliff face covered in deep green moss. You can hear every droplet of water from the melting snow dripping onto the...
In English class we studied Winnipeg Poetry and we were challenged to write our own. Here is my Winnipeg Poem.