I’ve stopped thinking of you with fond appreciation
You’re a dragon with no fire
I don’t have time for
Less than stone
Sending my hope
Up with the birds
This quiet street
That empty seat
A minnow in a pond of loons
We hope for love but quit too soon
Burning my eternity of Scarlett letters
They drift into the night sky
plumes of goodbyes.
The crows converse behind my house
beating their wings against the orange sky
a puff of breath
a trestle of twigs
they tell the truth
in humor, they sing.
My birthday. It’s tomorrow.
So what can I say? As a writer and photographer I was deeply saddened by the events in France this week – and at the same time – tremendously proud to see the gathering for peace that followed. The pen is mightier than the sword.
Here’s a few images from the past week.
Random fireworks on my drive down town
-39C walking Grace
Repurposing old cans and jars for craft supply storage
The decorating of my 29th birthday cake
Pretty girl in her reflective vest
Sorry Grace, still not getting in my bed
This is what -49C looks like
Grace playing while I shovelled snow
Smoked Atlantic salmon and linguini alfredo
When I was home this past Christmas my Aunt Lucy and I were rummaging through some old photographs. I came across this photo of me as a kid, my favorite photo of me actually. When I held it up to my Aunt to get her opinion on that day encapsulated in time, she said, “You were always the color of outdoors, Mandy.”
That line burrowed deep down in to my soul. It is likely the greatest compliment I could ever have received. Since I could stand on my own two feet I have felt most comfortable, most at peace – and at the same time – most wild, in the great outdoors. There is no place quite like Labrador to grow up in. You are constantly tested by the weather, by the realities of doing without even the basic necessities at times, by the rigid yet sweet nature of a human being. It is possible. We are as odd as our weather patterns.
I can’t think of a better name for this blog than that sentence that left my heart feeling so full.
Welcome to the Color of Outdoors.
First of all – Happy New Year! I hope you had a great time last night ringing in the new year with friends and/or family. Or family friends. Or your dog.
2014 felt like it dragged on forever, didn’t it? I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. I had a pretty big year though – lots of things happened:
When I look at what I did last year I have to say I’m quite proud of my accomplishments. They are all real, human, attainable things. In 2014 I made a more conscious effort to be healthier, and it worked! I am cooking new things, experimenting outside of the meat and potatoes lifestyle I was used to. Kale has become my favorite food (I’m still very guilty when it comes to bacon though, haha.) Plus, I have fallen in love with biking more than anything else! It makes me feel amazing.
I have so much to be thankful for in life. Some days are quite overwhelming, but then the next morning comes and it’s a chance to start over. Do something different. Think something different. Improve.
For 2015, I’m not going to set a resolution yet again, but rather, a general sense of responsibility. To lead the best life that I can, I’m going to keep on eating well and biking. I’m going to treasure the relationships I have, and remember that each day is a new chance to do something different. I will not settle.