Well hello there

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
~ Chief Seattle




Some wildlife spotted on our canoe trip. I love that they both smiled for the camera.

Flowers in the wild

May all your weeds be wildflowers.

Dock shots

Being at the cottage means being at the dock. When my grandparents built the cottage, one of the best things they did was build a big dock - the kind where you can have 6 muskoka chairs, a snack table, kids on towels and still have enough room for the dog to run off the end after a tennis ball. So many of my cottage pictures are dock shots - sunsets, wet toes, paddles left beside the canoe, snacks and books - dock shots.

Sunset shots

One of the gifts of being at the cottage is the invitation to spend every evening saying thank you and good night to the sun.

Pretty rocks

She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
~ William Shakespeare

The Raft

If I had a raft, I would have a good time.
~ Michael Palmer






Take one homemade raft, the lake and the sun.

Add:
~ a long pole
~ an anchor
~ friends of course, the more the merrier
~ waves if available
~ the occasional adult willing to try and sink the corner

Result:
More fun and adventure than you could imagine.

Spruce Bog sights

Making our way back

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
~ Conrad Aiken


We're home from the cottage.
More pictures soon.

The future will be what you contribute to and create.
~ Greg, Camp Counselor








While in the city today we took the kids to see this exhibit which is a collaborative art protest project with schools and local artists. These fish will be sponsored and released back into the community to other schools, while the money goes towards lake restoration projects.

Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realise we cannot eat money.
~ Cree Indian Proverb

After the rain

From the museum