Tag: Canmore
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Things things words
As I broaden my horizons walking and mapping further and further out from the house I follow the Bow river – it feels like the artery of Canmore. The walking tracks are still icy in patches but well maintained. It was in the fifties through the seventies that the thirty miles of walking and bicycle…
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Surrounded
The mountains stand like sentinels. We are surrounded on all sides. Brooding recalcitrant structures with stone towers for guards. Looking down on this little town. Blocking the way out. As a child of the sea and the plains it is hard not to feel surrounded. Captured by these vast behemoths. When I first went to…
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Frozen Lakes and Working Dogs
Travel is fleeting. Here and gone again in a minute. I think that is why we take lots of photos when we travel. I flew into Calgary, Canada on Thursday and was lucky enough to spend a couple of nights there. It is cold and snowy but I have all the clothes for this kind…
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Are All Mountains Blue?
Funny how colours are associated with emotions. Blue when we are sad and feeling blue. Red when we are mad. Green when we are jealous. “The green eyed monster.” I heard they have pink jail cells for individuals who need to calm down. Though I do not find pink a restful colour. I have often…
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Shades of black and white
Cold up here. -26C/-16F yesterday morning. I did not go outside all day and I don’t even feel guilty. These photos were taken through the window of the slow moving shuttle as we crept up the mountain to Canmore on Christmas Eve. I hope you had a lovely day yesterday. Lots of love celi
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