Dreams of cherry blossoms past
From the mind and hand of Huzula Zaparoli
I lost a friend. I found grace.
I have a mind that has been able to stay somewhat limber. I still have some potholes that I trip on every now and then.
Send in the clowns!
The sound of my skates on the ice. The echo in the ice rink. The odd smell of an artificially frozen surface. The smell of sweaty hockey gear.
Dreams and Aspirations
everyone slowing down a bit. Finding a good breathing rhythm together.
Saturday bustle at the beach. Dogs being walked. Still a mess in my living room. My rumbling stomach.
Calm with some ambiguous clouds in the distance.
Broccoli is a good vegetable. It stands the test of time. It is versatile. It keeps well. It looks like shrunken trees. In fact I thought that's what they were...boiled down to nothing. Poor trees.
Quebec city, Riviere-du-Loup, Clark Summit, Sherbrooke, Moncton, Halifax, Ottawa, Vancouver, Canmore, Vancouver, ....and often Montreal.
I have good memories of Barcelona
In the forest.