Friendships with Commas

A long-time friend once said to me, “We have a friendship, with commas.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that, no matter how much time has passed, we pick up our conversation where we left off. There are no “periods” in our friendship timeline.” This memory floated into my thoughts as I wasContinue reading “Friendships with Commas”

Colours of Life…

“I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keeffe A Vancouver spring is all about colour and rain.  Everywhere I go my camera comes with me because timing is everything.  The first to awake are the crocuses, thenContinue reading “Colours of Life…”