Sunday, 17 June 2018

My Dad The Unsung Hero

MY DAD was an unsung hero like so many immigrants. He never built me a dollhouse or taught me how to swim but he tried his utmost to provide for his family in an unfamiliar land. He died when I was fourteen and was seriously ill for many years prior. A professor, philosopher, religious scholar and certified accountant in Europe, he was an educated man unable to apply his non-English degrees and skills in Canada. The farm he operated in Quebec failed so he labored at other jobs under harsh conditions. Falling deathly ill in the process, his earlier riches seemed like a faraway dream. Perhaps he lost his pride and sense of personal worth along with his health. Now all these years later I understand his bravery and the bravery of those currently seeking freedom from political unrest and tyranny of all kinds. I was born in Canada but the challenging early history of my parents has made me empathetic to the plight of immigrants everywhere.

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Thursday, 14 June 2018

Two Drifters Meet Beneath Brooding Skies

Brooding clouds filled the sky like billowy curtains over a beach star. The driftwood configuration stood upright centre stage on the shore at Crescent Beach amid more common logs haphazardly strewn along the sandy floor.

A "head", scorched perhaps from having once been in a camp fire, somehow became attached to the body of the upright piece. Over time, through shifting skies and changing tides, the two random travelers drifted to each other to become one artistic piece of extraordinary stature from every angle.


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Thursday, 7 June 2018

Cotton Candy Cloud

CLOUDS blown by the breeze usually float together but sometimes one rises above the rest. Not pink or blue like candyfloss, the top cloud still managed to look sugary sweet suspended over Crescent Beach. Did it taste like rain? Probably not. The cumulus cloud, meaning "heap" in Latin, of liquid, gas and solids was a lofty mix unlikely to produce rain. Dark and dreary versus light and cheery is my best go-to unscientific guess for any rain-test. This mass of fluff looked so weightless that if I had strings I'd pull it down and take it with me.

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