Celebrating 50 years of Marriage

How many people are fortunate enough to share a lifetime with one person?

My parents are blessed in this way.

This photograph honours their journey; the struggles, hopes, the caring and nurturing; it marks the trials and tribulations they encountered when they left their families behind and moved to a new country in hopes of starting a richer life to raise a family of their own.

And what fine life they have shared!

The "Bestest" of Friends

The first friendship is the bestest!

We make no demands,

and give unconditionally.

We share our tears,

forget our sorrows.

We laugh and play.

We dress up and tell

silly secrets.

We expect nothing.

We embrace the joys of life together

and are filled with the promise of tomorrow!

Simply Delicious!

There is no doubt that the presentation of food is an art.

Sitting in a street side restaurant in Rome, on a balmy August night, this plate arrives at our table.

Bocconcino cheese, olives, salami, prosciutto, artichokes and crusty bread drizzled with peppers.

Simply breathtaking!

In the seaport of Sicily the old and new blend together in a seamless line. A lone fisherman stands on the rocks surrounding his hut. He places the bait on his hook. Cruise liners, sail boats, motor boats and roadside traffic buzz by. He is unaffected by the din. I snap the photograph of him practicing one of man's oldest means of hunting and gathering.

Breathtaking!

A Child's Eyes see All the Wonders of God's Beauty. Why do People tell them It's Not so...

FLOWERS ARE RED
by Harry Chapin

The little boy went to his first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said...What you doin', young man
"I'm paintin' flowers," he said.
She said, "It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one"

And she said........
Flowers are red young man
And green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way the always have been seen

But the little boy said......
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the mornin' sun
So many colors in a flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said...You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me...

And she said....
Flowers are red young man
And green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said....
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in a flower
And I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said....It's for your own good
And you won't come out 'till you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his bead
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said...and he said


Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
and there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said,..and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Celebrate

Breaking the all time scoring record for St. Michael's Buzzers.

Simply breathtaking.

The Perfection of Nature

It is no wonder that artists turn to the natural world for inspiration.

Yet can any single human being ever replicate the wonders of God's paint brush?

She Scores

It's the semi final game of the season and the two teams have been locked in a ping pong game of goals.

It's the last two minutes and they're tied. You hold your breath as your daughter stabs the ring.

Two defense men and one forward swarm her.

She weaves around them, her movements purposeful. The crowd is on its feet.

She raises her stick as she drops to the ice.She flicks the ring with two seconds remaining on the clock.

She scores!

Solitude

High in the mountains of Toulon France sits a medieval village that dates back over 1000 years. Today its meandering streets are lined with specialty shops and quaint restaurants.

As you walk around you can hear the faint voices of the past; the mothers calling to their children; the rumbling of the horse drawn carts, and the tolling of the church bell.

The church is nestled on the highest point of the village. The beauty of this holy place lies in its simplicity. The stone alter that sits at the front of the church is not adorned with gold. A few statues are strewn in one corner and a single portrait rests on a wall. If you listen you can hear the fervent prayers of the past.

Breathtaking!