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Monday, October 25, 2010

The Legend of the Hummingbirds

"Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. The hummingbird's delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life's sweetest creation."

Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Moment A Child Makes A New Discovery

If only every moment was a wonderful as this one, when the simplest of things continue to excite us!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

A Baby's Kick

Sitting in the doctor's office, your baby gives you a great big kick announcing, "I'm in here!"
Simply Breathtaking!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Power of One a Hug

Do you believe that one hug can move a city?

Watch this video-It's breathtaking!

Just copy and paste the link.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Colosseum

The roar of the crowd has subsided and the gladiators are long gone; buried and forgotten.
But when you walk into the Colosseum you can still feel the pulse of the games and if you let your imagination run free you can still hear the clash of the swords as the gladiators fight for their lives!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

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!

Friday, September 24, 2010

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!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

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!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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.

Monday, September 20, 2010

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

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

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


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

Friday, September 3, 2010

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?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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!


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.

Monday, August 30, 2010

The Finest Wine is Friendship

Some of us search a life time for special friends; the ones who love us when we are at our worst, who makes us smile when we are downtrodden, who sustain us with their wisdom and kindness.
Their greatest gift to us is the gift of laughter; that uncanny ability they have to make every moment funny -even when other don't see the humour they do!
And like a fine wine, as the years go by and the wrinkles set in, they become more unique and precious to you.
They are truly breathtaking!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Heart of a Mother

From the moment you are born you know the warmth of your mother's love; she gives you comfort, feeds you, wipes your tears.

She supports you as you take your first steps, say your first words and have your first temper tantrum.

On your first day of school she walks you to you classroom and leaves you, holding back tears until she is out of sight.

You become a teenager; learn to drive a car, go out with your friends, stay out past curfew. You tell her to stop being overprotective you when she warns you about drugs, drinking and driving and a world gone mad.

Then one day you get married and have a child of your own and in that exquisite moment; when you look at your baby's face for the first time, you think of her and all the love she felt for you fills your heart and you finally understand the heart of a mother.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Tortola-The Baths -Virgin Gorda

This small beach is definitely one of nature's many wonders.
A 45 minute jet boat ride from Tortola, across Sir Francis Drake Channel, you will find Virgin Gorda-home of The Bathes.
This beautiful beach can be reached either through a densely foliated trail or through a series of caves.
Which ever way you choose to go, it's well worth the trek.
This is perhaps one of the most breathtaking stretches of beach you will ever see!

Friday, August 27, 2010

He'll Never Let You Down

High school comes to an end and you say goodbye to childhood friends as they go off to distant universities.
Nothing lasts forever.
You are overwhelmed with feelings of uncertainty and loneliness and then when you least expect it a new friend enters you life; soft, snugly and absolutely adorable.
Simply breathtaking!

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Where would we be without our treasured photographs?

Photos capture our happiest memories and immortalize them for all time. They carry us from one joyful moment to the next; leaving out all the hardships that fall in between. They move us, make us laugh and stir our senses.

Weeks before your 5oth birthday you rummage through an old tattered album and come across a photo of yourself as a child.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

A Fountain

I made my way through the lively crowd and street side musicians gathered in Campo dei Fiori in Rome.

As I left the hubbub I noticed an unassuming fountain sitting on the outskirts of the piazza; no one paid any attention to it.

I stopped and walked toward it. My sandals were quickly sprayed by water droplets. I looked at the date at the top of the fountain, 1872 and I asked a passing citizen, "Is that the year it was made?"

"Yes, it never stops. Many fountains in Rome have been spraying for hundreds of years." he smiled proudly.


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's 104 degrees on the Island of Crete.
You climb the hill to reach Poseidon's Temple. The is no breeze, no shade, no reprieve from the pounding sun.
A quaint restaurant sits at the bottom of the Temple offering refreshments to weary travellers.
You order a cold Fanta on Ice.
You take a huge gulp and feel instant relief remembering why you like winter.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Sunrise on the Aegean Sea

The cruise ship sails from Turkey to Greece across the Aegean Sea breaking through the water. It leaves small ripples behind, the only tell tale sign that it was even there.
The gentle motions of the ship lolls the passengeres to sleep.
The next morning at 5:57 a.m. you draw the curtains of your cabin balcony and are greeted by the most amazing sunrise.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Simplest of Things

A child finds joy in the simplest of things.
I watch as she claps her hands together sending a spray of whipped cream into the air.
The tiny specks float around her eventually coming to rest on her face and hair.
She is not concerned although she wiggles her nose acknowledging the presence.
Her attention is focused on her hands as she squeezes. She squints her eyes and smiles.
A single thought enters my mind "Childhood is wonderful."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

I Will Hold Your Hand

On a warm summer morning, in the quite hour before the sun broke through the sky 5000 women and men tied their laces and tugged firmly on their heartstrings.
They bowed their heads in silent prayer, each to his or her own purpose.
As I looked around me at the never ending sea of people I believed humanity could move mountains.
The music played as we pushed through the gates of the CNE grounds. The 5000 strong began their 50 k walk to end breast cancer, crying in one voice, "We can do it."

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Stain Glassed Window of St Peter's Basilica

In the turmoils of life filled with the constant need to be doing and moving, I found a few moments of divine silence.

St Peter's in Rome is perhaps the greatest tribute to the greatness of what human beings can create. Walking through the threshold of the central doors my eyes were blessed with breathtaking visions of sculptures and paintings.

Turning to the immediate right my gaze fell upon Michelangelo's Pieta; the sculpture of Mother Mary holding Jesus in her arms after his Crucifixion. Centuries after his death Michelangelo's statue moves the people around it to tears. His words resonate in the space surrounding his masterpiece, "I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible."

With all this beauty one single stain glassed window at the front of the church, aligned directly with the central doors beckoned me. As I walked toward it I saw rays of sunlight pouring through illuminating the sculpture at its base. A dove, the universal symbol of all that is pure, innocent and good gleamed in the centre. It's message was clear, "Have faith!"