We are currently sitting at a little over 7 billion humans on Earth. In 1959 we sat at about 3 billion. We have more than doubled our population in less than the lifespan of a baby boomer. While every other species on Earth has a definable range or habitat in which they can live, we humans continue to push boundaries. Our little blue dot won’t be able to sustain this kind of growth. It’s no wonder there are scientists looking for evidence life and water in our solar system.Continue reading “What’s Your Ecological Impact?”
Just a quick, holiday Monday post here. Hope all of you Ontarians enjoyed some time off with friends and family. For me the whole of July was rough physically and I had looked forward to the start of August. Between some back issues and a broken finger I’ve been unable to drive or paddle and was starting to feel a little stir crazy. My husband kindly drove me and our dog to the southern portion of Georgian Bay on Friday to get me out of the house – about a two hour drive from Toronto. All photos are from my HTC One smartphone as holding my DSLR isn’t comfortable yet.Continue reading “3 Fun Activities Near Collingwood, Ontario”
This afternoon I attended the funeral for a woman who lived a good, long 96 years on this earth. I listened to her granddaughter, a dear friend of mine, fondly remember how her grandmother was to blame for her love of shoes and bags. I mentioned this to my husband hours later over pints of Barking Squirrel and a plate of pulled pork nachos.
“Don’t all women love shoes and bags to some degree?”
“Sure, I suppose,” I said. “My love may have shifted a bit in the last little while.”
The gallery above and the photos that follow are a handful of my favorites after spending two weeks in Woodland Caribou Provincial Park in late May.
“We could try an easy overnight camping trip. You know, Algonquin Park or something,” I said. I felt inspired by our early spring hike.
My husband turned around and eyed me with a sideways glance.
We sat adjacent to one another at the back corner of the terrace, each of us with a view of Sorrento’s bustling center. The chocolate brown tablecloth felt rough beneath my sunburned arms. I sunk back into my wicker and aluminium chair and enjoyed people-watching, playing the “tourist or local” game with my newly minted husband. In the center of our table emerald green bottles of fruity olive oil and tart balsamic vinegar taunted crispy, thin bread sticks to jump out of their brushed metal cannister. As the sun sank out of sight, the waiter unfurled the creamy white awning over us and lit our hurricane lamp. A warm glow – aided by a long day on Capri under the Tyrrhenian sun, a serviceable bottle of chianti, and funny conversation with our waiter – permeated the whole of the patio.Continue reading “Limoncello Versus Gelato”
…It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations…
Jack Johnson (In Between Dreams 2005)
Stargazing as a kid meant many things: driving as a family to the field where I’d played softball 12 hours earlier to watch the Perseid meteor shower in August, driving up to Rochester to learn more about our night sky at the Strasenburgh Planetarium at Rochester’s Museum and Science Center, or sitting on the rocky shore of Cayuga Lake during Girl Scout camp listening to the old stories of Cassiopeia or Andromeda. Stargazing as an adult makes me feel tiny as I lie on a beach in Tofino listening to the tide come in, swallowed up by the Milky Way.