This year, as we marked the 150th anniversary of Confederation in Canada, I realized that I haven’t seen a lot of our vast country. So I spent some time looking at my husband’s photo albums from the ’90s, when he went on road trips throughout Alberta and then all the way to Ontario.
The photos were taken with a film camera and have a beautiful soft muted quality I had forgotten about. My husband remembers spending a lot of time setting up these shots because film was expensive, plus developing the pictures afterwards cost a pretty penny.
Knowing that, each photo seems like a precious jewel that my husband found along the way.
I hope you enjoy these creative glimpses of beauty in Canada.
If you’ve read my blog before, you’ll know that I like to talk about Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. As one of my good friends said, “You can’t not write about a place named Moose Jaw.” 🙂 The older I get, the more I appreciate this city on the prairie and my family’s history there. Read more
In April 2017 the University of Victoria Alumni Association published a post called “YouTunes” that talked about students’ musical memories from their time at UVic. It’s a fun post to read if you love music and the memories certain songs and bands hold.
It got me thinking about the ’90s again, which is the era when I attended UVic. I often think of the ’90s with fondness, and most of the music I listen to is from that decade. It isn’t that life was necessarily easier back then. But there was a certain excitement and freedom about being a student with an unwritten future still ahead of me. And there was a certain comfort in the familiar routine of school.
Going for a walk on Dallas Road can be like visiting an art gallery, especially in the summer and winter. Before blossoms or coloured leaves become the stars of the show here in Victoria, the skies put on fantastic shows of light, and our eyes are drawn upwards.
Spring is arriving in Victoria, BC, slowly but surely. And one of my favourite places to see its arrival is on Dallas Road. It shows up in daffodils.
Like many Canadians, I felt a profound sense of loss last Wednesday when I found out that Stuart McLean had passed away. He was a bestselling author, journalist, and host of The Vinyl Cafe radio show, a wonderful program that introduced us to a series of humorous, heartwarming stories about a fictional family and their friends and neighbours. Stuart’s storytelling brought these characters to life and made us love them and relate to them.
I love telling people I was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Little kids laugh at how funny the name sounds, and adults who have only ever known me as a British Columbian often raise their eyebrows in surprise.