Kindling

This morning I awoke at five to find Attila up and engaging the day. He is going in to work early, as it is very busy and he wants to get a start on things early. Before leaving for work Attila has started a fire in the wood stove downstairs to keep the place warm… Continue reading Kindling

What on earth…

I just had to write again today. I don’t know how I bumped into this collections of photos on the net. I don’t know what I could possibly have in common with a New York beat cop. I don’t know what constitutes excellence in the world of photography. I don’t care either. I know that… Continue reading What on earth…

Little things…

Attila and I headed for the little house over the Thanksgiving weekend.  We took the scenic route, thinking that the sunny day would enhance the colours of the fall leaves.  The sunny day was breathtaking, but most of the leaves had fallen.  No matter, we enjoyed our drive, even if it took an extra hour.… Continue reading Little things…

Agency

My Grandfather fought in the First World War, as did many men from his rural community. When the Second World War came along he was married with children (the middle child my mother). Luckily he was employed and living in a vibrant and supportive rural community. He was the Post Master in his community. My… Continue reading Agency