Back In Steel town now, trading in the sea breeze for the light general aroma of industry. I accomplished most of my goals while in Halifax including the acquisition of some lovely souvenirs...I'll post some pictures of those soon. With all the whirlwind of leaving one home and coming here to the other I have not posted in some time. I shall most certainly try to post every week at least - however I am of the general belief that life being lived is a thousand times more potent that life reflected through cyberspace. On the other hand life being written or read about is most defiantly life lived. ....or life photographed because I really like my new camera.


Here are some photographs taken of the landscape I lived in for most of my life,


I swelled with the ocean, am set in the the rocks and my thoughts have tangled and clung to those rocks like over-tall scots pines in three feet of top soil.


this is home.

Are you there internet, its me Anna.

I have made a great leap to the new final frontier - the one we created....the one that allows us to break though new frontiers without leaving our living rooms - and here I am in my living room in Hamilton Ontario. I have been living here for almost a year now after moving from my home town of Halifax Nova Scotia on the smallest of adventures to find that Ontario has huge skys, brick brick and more lovely brick and really big squirrels.....which I love because they are not at all afraid to run about in the city. I must have thought that this whimsy (greatly illustrated at the hands of my NUMEROUS ontario born peers living as artists in N.S.) was a greatly embellished form of stylized motif and I was hugely exited to find that the clouds are in fact that fluffy looking and so high up as opposed to grey and pressing down on you the way that coastal skys love to do - giving your soul something to fight against. I was also please to find birds of every color. This I was anticipating however and very exited about.

Yesterday I saw a Hairy woodpecker in a park on my walk to work, when I got home I had to discern from my memories the shape of its beak and sleakness of its feather since it has a brother - the downey woodpecker - which is essentially the same bird but fluffier.

but after much deliberation, this is defiantly the little guy I saw.