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… And the final preparation for a teenage boy. Nutella and icing sugar. I’ll have a dab of ginger marmalade I think.

… And the final preparation for a teenage boy. Nutella and icing sugar. I’ll have a dab of ginger marmalade I think.

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Weekend cinnamon pancakes and slow espresso. In the absence of a golden dawn, I will golden the table with warmth.

Weekend cinnamon pancakes and slow espresso. In the absence of a golden dawn, I will golden the table with warmth.

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Looking back through #salluit sunset pics. Working at the hotel after a day’s teaching, watching the sky and inlet ripple through the spectrum, window open to the cool arctic wind, bird-song and laughter of children. Paradise? Perhaps. Although I think paradise is more a state of being than a geographic location. I hope this finds you all in a state of peace. Be well. Be awesome. #nofilter #noedit

Looking back through #salluit sunset pics. Working at the hotel after a day’s teaching, watching the sky and inlet ripple through the spectrum, window open to the cool arctic wind, bird-song and laughter of children. Paradise? Perhaps. Although I think paradise is more a state of being than a geographic location. I hope this finds you all in a state of peace. Be well. Be awesome. #nofilter #noedit

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Unedited photo of the beach in #salluit These massive icebergs float in to shore, glowing blue. The tide retreats and they linger like soft clouds dripping on the rose quartz and ferrous-stained minerals. Beyond worn mountains orange and purpled clouds rainbow the still-dripped water. Echoes of creaking hardened ice are cut by the cry of gulls. It happened last night that I had only black and white film in my camera so I hurriedly snapped some photos with my phone. As I wandered the labyrinth of dripping sculptures, nature’s ephemeral palette, I was chased by children. Brave Noah who wanted to know my name and age. Tiny Rose in her bright pink shirt. Salluit is alive with children at midnight. Riding bikes, driving their ATV’s. I told one group to look at the awesome scene. They shrugged, “that’s not so awesome.” Hm. I think I should go out on the land with Noah so he can show me what is awesome.

Unedited photo of the beach in #salluit These massive icebergs float in to shore, glowing blue. The tide retreats and they linger like soft clouds dripping on the rose quartz and ferrous-stained minerals. Beyond worn mountains orange and purpled clouds rainbow the still-dripped water. Echoes of creaking hardened ice are cut by the cry of gulls. It happened last night that I had only black and white film in my camera so I hurriedly snapped some photos with my phone. As I wandered the labyrinth of dripping sculptures, nature’s ephemeral palette, I was chased by children. Brave Noah who wanted to know my name and age. Tiny Rose in her bright pink shirt. Salluit is alive with children at midnight. Riding bikes, driving their ATV’s. I told one group to look at the awesome scene. They shrugged, “that’s not so awesome.” Hm. I think I should go out on the land with Noah so he can show me what is awesome.

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Hard to get a sense of scale. The ice is as big as the fishing boats on the shore behind. Such a beautiful place, sheltered between the arms of two mountains, nestled in a bay. Moss is thick on the slopes. Feels like walking on a bed of sponge. Tiny purple and yellow flowers poke out of the moss. Sunset lasts for hours. Still bright at 2 AM, sky glowing purple and orange. Took most of my photos on film. See how they turn out. #salluit  (at Salluit, Nunavik)

Hard to get a sense of scale. The ice is as big as the fishing boats on the shore behind. Such a beautiful place, sheltered between the arms of two mountains, nestled in a bay. Moss is thick on the slopes. Feels like walking on a bed of sponge. Tiny purple and yellow flowers poke out of the moss. Sunset lasts for hours. Still bright at 2 AM, sky glowing purple and orange. Took most of my photos on film. See how they turn out. #salluit (at Salluit, Nunavik)

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Ice on the beach in #Salluit Floated in with the tide and now they stand like massive sculptures, dripping. Such a beautiful bright blue inside, like they are glowing.  (at Salluit, Nunavik)

Ice on the beach in #Salluit Floated in with the tide and now they stand like massive sculptures, dripping. Such a beautiful bright blue inside, like they are glowing. (at Salluit, Nunavik)

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Ah the golden deliciousness. Something so calming, meditative about making the perfect pancake. Dash of vanilla sugar, banana purée, light dusting of cinnamon in the pan to get a golden hue. Watch the bubbles and slowly, gently flip. Stay present, in the moment, focused. Drips of natural maple syrup. Pulls apart on the fork. Mmmmmm.

Ah the golden deliciousness. Something so calming, meditative about making the perfect pancake. Dash of vanilla sugar, banana purée, light dusting of cinnamon in the pan to get a golden hue. Watch the bubbles and slowly, gently flip. Stay present, in the moment, focused. Drips of natural maple syrup. Pulls apart on the fork. Mmmmmm.

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Glory divides the darkness, lifts my eyes, warms my upturned face.

Glory divides the darkness, lifts my eyes, warms my upturned face.

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I observe the flowering crabapple tree, smell the blossoms, examine each tiny flower. How wondrous each one is, how unique. Each one beautiful and complete. I do not judge the flowers one against the other nor against some abstract set of criteria. // We all have back-stories, suitcases we carry with us. There’s a reason some of us lumber along, others toss their bags and run. I choose to keep an open disposition and not to judge. Not always easy but that is my intention.

I observe the flowering crabapple tree, smell the blossoms, examine each tiny flower. How wondrous each one is, how unique. Each one beautiful and complete. I do not judge the flowers one against the other nor against some abstract set of criteria. // We all have back-stories, suitcases we carry with us. There’s a reason some of us lumber along, others toss their bags and run. I choose to keep an open disposition and not to judge. Not always easy but that is my intention.

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Jodi the cat tolerating Sunday morning.

Jodi the cat tolerating Sunday morning.