the basin – day 500

gulls under the smokeless fog
searching for the best breakfast place

day 500. 1 year, 4 and a half months. This is since Canada locked down to temper an unseen enemy.

bewilderment and bereavement, lose and sorrow have filled so many of days, to be untouched

a grey day and a somber mood like so many others

move forward, a bit at a time, with a smile and kindness

it has not been easy, yet I have had it easier than most. yet I mourn the losses of life and how we now live

I have learned to celebrate the simple things, a flower, a smile, a sliver of memory of yesteryear,

can we ever return to what we once were? no, we have been changed by the collective sorrow, the collective anger, the collective

are we changing? must we change? what is changing? certainly all life is about change and change we must

move forward with kindness, move with an open mind for movement is change

life is never the same after change, acceptance here helps

be kind, be safe, be well

the basin – day 499

haze of smoke are turning our skies orange

the basin – day 498

a touch of colour in the morning clouds

the basin – day 497

a nice place to be today

the basin – day 496

in sync – two flying as one
two before they were one

the basin – day 495

another stellar day ahead

bonus of cut throat fry populating the basin in ripples below the water

the basin – day 494

a day of two suns with warmth

the basin – day 493

fogest (the fogs of August) is early this year, no complaints though, it is so very dry without our usual rain

the basin – day 492

looking for a soft landing

the basin – day 491

blue sky with a touch of low lying fog