Mary Tod Island, the home of “Jimmy Chicken” in the early years of the 20th Century, is a short kayak ride from the Oak Bay Marina’s sheltered kayak launching beach. My question is – who was Mary Tod?
Archives for January 2014
Prague
Art is not just pretty photos or drawings but that which is revealed from within.
Over Under Dogs
All dogs have their limits. Some are good and some are bad. Things can be too scary. Things can be not interesting enough. And other things are just right for our dogs. If we learn to see and understand our dog’s “thresholds” for their various responses to things, it can open up a whole new world of opportunities to help them learn.
My Father’s Legacy
There are many ways to remember a persons’ life. One way is to review their history, the empirical data of dates, events, and milestones. Things like when were they born, where they were educated, employed, and who they married highlight the details of their life. But, that only tells part of the story and misses the really important parts.
Photo Journals of a Night Shifter
When you have lived here for a long time it’s easy to grow complacent and forget what an incredible paradise we live in. Remember people travel from all over the world to come and see what we get to see every day.
7 Tips for a Travelling Soul
If you are passionate about travel or get an itch every time you look at pictures of different parts of the world with fire and intrigue in your eyes, and you are broke, here are 7 tips that will help you!
Polar Vortex Meditation
The dark days of winter are fierce here in Minnesota. A little over a week ago, temperatures were above freezing with the snow melting rapidly. A day later, the temperature dropped over 40 degrees. And since then, we’ve been in the now infamous polar vortex.
The Nature of Compassion
Musings on the nature of giving and the criteria and emotion that drives who receives and who does not on the streets of San Luis Potosi, Mexico.
Just One More
He was dying. There was no doubt about that. The alcohol had poisoned his body and his mind. She in her fear knew if she couldn’t do anything for him now then that would the end of him.
The Church That Never Was And Always Will Be
This is a place I am drawn to, like a moth to a flame. Each visit reveals new vignettes, new little stories featured in a way I didn’t notice before. Either that, or somehow it’s changed.